Too lazy and beat to think of something clever to write. Baby. Four letters say so much. So I give you... links:
- Perhaps one of the more difficult forms of beer related theft.
- Backhanded beer compliment of the week. According to the article "Saillard" who is stated to be French says '[i]t's unpretentious. You don't need to know the grape." You know. One can be, (umm.... common dit on... ) a simpering dolt and still find some form of pleasure.
- Andy suggests the follow-up to the catalyst for this was "like a journalistic suicide note." I think that's a bit rough on suicide notes.
- Where does one learn to face down a gun with a beer can? Maybe the Maltese army? Maybe a corner store?
- Troy joins the call to save the hops from Hurricane Bill. Bad evil hurricane.
Hurricane Bill. Cries of baby on tired ears. Hurricane Bill. Cries of baby on tired ears. Nope. Don't know which I dread more. Oh, well... it's not like something really bad could happen this evening.
