{"id":4803,"date":"2016-03-11T20:42:34","date_gmt":"2016-03-12T03:42:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brutalhammer.com\/?p=4803"},"modified":"2016-03-11T20:42:34","modified_gmt":"2016-03-12T03:42:34","slug":"blake-shelton-vodka","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brutalhammer.com\/blake-shelton-vodka\/","title":{"rendered":"Blake Shelton Vodka: One More Nail in the Coffin of Decency"},"content":{"rendered":"

Blake Shelton vodka<\/a>: a phrase I never thought I’d have to write, but here we are.<\/p>\n

Let’s be honest–we’ve all woken up after a night of drinking with either an unexplained note from some guy named Jim, or a bruise on an improbable part of our nethers that looks like the map of a Latin American country, or a series of voicemails from more than one “Sergei” who wants his\/their money and\u00a0he\/they want\u00a0it NOW.\u00a0<\/em>When your morning starts off that bleak and wonderful, only a few thoughts come to mind:<\/p>\n