Kind of a ho hum day here in Jim land. Last night I deviated from my streak of consecutive days with fast food for dinner (not that bad, still had a Whopper JR for lunch, but that was for the sake of helping out my Burger King buddy). Anyways, all day long I have just felt weird, as if, our delicious home-cooked meal has altered my core being chemically. It’s like I accidently used diesel or some shit.
Well, real men know, the the absolute best thing to turn a good day around is to drink a lot of beer. Beer is the only short term solution that will help you figure out what the long term fix actually is. I think it’s time for an experiment. We have a cold, brand new and shiny case of Coors Light in the fridge. It would be really cool to drink them all, and monitor the oncoming short and long-term solutions to my crappy day. This should be fun… Read more »
It’s so easy to tell the veteran alcohol abusers apart from those lame-ass high schoolers who think they are big-time drinkers. Nothing could possibly be more tarded than hearing a couple dipshit kids talking about Kurt Cobain or how much they like to get sneak out and get trashed. Give me a break. Here’s how the pros do it:
Damn, my little girl was really feeling it after only the 3rd one, gotta get her tolerance up a good bit still. Her favorite? Highland Brewery’s St. Terese’s Pale Ale.
My Brother, my Dad, and myself were waiting patiently for beer:00 to roll around so we could scope out the Dunedin Brewery. Without question we were the first in the door, and the only for some time. At least I guess… after 3 pints I probably didn’t care.
