Don't let the smooth taste fool ya'

Today is Saturday.
The Saturday after Thanksgiving.
The Saturday after the Friday that was supposed to be the end of 5 days of paid holiday time.

Unfortunately, the week of paid holiday time turned into paid work time. I forced myself to ignore work on Thursday, and spent the day with my family, but Friday morning I was right back to it.

I am not complaining though, just setting up the title of this post.

I am tired. When I get tired like this, there is only one cure, Malt Liquor. Something about pounding a 40 of Ole E, or Mickey's Fine Malt Liquor, or a Billy D endorsed Bull, puts my mind at ease. When I walk in the house with one or more of these fine selections, the OL knows there is a story to be told, she also knows she will have to wait til tomorrow to hear it if she wants to understand a word I am saying.

Heading to the liquor store now. Stand by, I feel a drunk post alert coming.



Ok, so I went to the ghetto liquor store, across the racks, in search of a rowdier less commercial malt liquor. I came away with a bottle of Steel Reserve 211 High Gravity Lager as my experimental "lets try something new" brew.

(Insert the AIM transcriot above here.) halfway done

I bought a bottle of Mickey's Fine Malt Liquor (see link above) as my in case shit backup. You know, in case Steel Reserve taste like shit. And I also picked up a 24oz bottle of Red Stripe, not Malt Liquor, cuz I had seen this size bottle in New Orleans, but never here in fair weather California.

Finished with bottle # 1, contemplating knocking back the Mickey's Fine Malt Liquor.


At this point some 60 minutes after finidshing bottle # 1, i have decided to hold off on bottle # 2. I have jsut finished a bag of funyuns and have that feeling of impending pukage if i go any furhter. if you are reading this and dont see any typos, it sucks that you didnt see the first draft.