Ms. South Carolina’s plaintive plea to distribute more maps to Americans – and help the poor people of Iraq – prompts this post from our pals at AdRants, who have thoughtfully dug up a map to the bars in Los Angeles. And such.

It’s been a long week and we’re going to hold up with a bottle of everyone’s favorite elixir – Vitameatavegamin. Enjoy.

Should you have chanced by the Mortar in the past few months, you might’ve heard the thrilling sound of mighty jackhammers pounding away across the street. Take it from us, nothing is conducive to a productive work day like the dulcet song of a couple of jackhammers echoing through the brick canyon of Kearny Street.

Those jackhammers belong to the construction of this ediface.

Thanks to SFist for pointing out what is maybe the world (or just San Francisco)’s worst promotional video. Enjoy it here if you dare, but you might want to take some anti-nausea medication first. Or a belt of whiskey. Or both.

HOMER: "Dear Lord, as I think of You dressed in white with Your splendid beard, I am reminded of Colonel Sanders, who is now seated at Your right hand, shovelling popcorn chicken into Thy mouth.  Lord, could You come up with a delicious new taste treat like he did?  I command You."

Apparently, the good Lord has heard Homer’s prayers, as well as our own. Gentle readers, I give you the apex of epicurean advancement: Chocolate Freaking Bacon.  

Gaze upon it and bathe in the warm, bacon-scented chocolatey light of its existence.

"Are The English Really Better?"

Methinks we have the answer to that question. Methinks we do indeed.
Call us when you invent something, you know, good, Ringo.

Thanks as always to the loyal American patriots at Freakgirl for the tip.