Short post. It’s just weird to me. I think of beer and I invision a stacked bare chest blond 20 something pouring two full giant sized beer mugs on her chest on a sunny naked beach in paradise.

Shouldn’t the season for beer be in the summer? Hmmm….

Then again this is Texas. Summer lasts longer here it seems. It’s supposed to be fall that’s bullshit in shit kicking Texas. Straight up.

I always wanted to try irish coffee. Every other form of alcohol smells like mutated monster balls piss and makes me want to throw up.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg