Late-night (and some daylight) ramblings

Damn, Buck-Dub passed me in post count again. Fucker. And damn ball tournaments keeping me away from my precious laptop.

 

American beer sucks ...

 

Thanks, I've already enough shit shoved down my throat for one year.

 

Beer is beer. There is no need for an aristocracy where beer is concerned.

 

Beer is not beer.



Those who like it like it a lot.

 

We had a bad beer/bad movie party back at my last stop and the invited were required to bring a six of the shittiest, most distasteful beer imaginable. Threw all the shit into a trash can filled with ice. You do not want to be playing drinking games with Olympia, Harley Davidson and Braumeister -- The Beast was considered the cream -- as your options. They produce that acutely salinic taste that rolls up your tongue just before you blow chow.

 

I would like to officially announce that 7 a.m. is REALLY effing early. I am participating in another raid today and they dragged my butt out of bed after nine total hours of sleep in 48. I am tired, worn out, exhausted, and just want to sleep again. Plus, I'm going to go through withdrawl without the board today. That's sad, very sad.

spup needs some Starbucks.

 

I was going to bring some Keith's to the wedding but Doc was rude, so now I'm going to squire a box of TNT, a case of Lucky and maybe, just maybe, a 2-4 of Ten Penny. That'll learn ya ... fucker.

 

If I have a truck by then, I fill it up with as much as I can. Seriously, when this stuff is cold, cold, cold, it's as refreshing as water.

 

Who said ya'll were invited? I thought I said that a long time ago.

 

Uh ... we did.

 

Damn.. what's new