Summer edition, as they say, of Corona. That’s right, it was in a recycling can. Maybe folks should buy beer they don’t want to throw away…? Anyhow, cleaned it good, poured it out, drank it.
My savage neighbor about two blocks down is always chucking empties into the azalea and I chase after them often. After a few weeks off I finally went burrowing under the azalea and what have we here amongst the redeemable container weight but Tecate Light.
Turns out I got two; photographed the one with the ruined top before I realized the second one was there. Due to the lack of fizz and therefore feeling that the can was less than full, I must’ve mistaken the damaged one for an empty and only known at first that I had the one intact can but switched them when I arrived … uhh … at the park.
Anyhow, that’s like, what, 23 since I’ve been counting. Road beers!
In related news, I also acquired a large plastic can of protein powder a few years ago, yknow, with all the lifting I do, but have been trepidatious about trying it. Turns out it’s still good. Roadtein!
Luke-Ass shows up with some new, unexpected gear, sure that it’ll make the show better. But 2-Strats has the final say about the “liquor cabinet.”
2-Strats and Cornhouse visit the local getting place and experience perception and stuff.
In the bread truck on the way to Sleenis, Stretch puts the radio on and gets more than he bargained for. 2-Strats has to think quick to save the day.
Spring is in the air. Stretch insists that he’s sensitive to changes in atmospheric pressure, and that moreover it affects his beer consumption.