I don't get all the Yuengling love pouring out from you Southerners. Yuengling is obviously all over the place in Philly, and it's always been a pretty standard domestic lager. Sure, it's better than Bud, Coors, or any of the other macro crap, but I'm not going to wet my pants over it (not until I've had at least 12). It's also not THAT cheap. My local distributor sells a couple German lagers that are FAR superior to Yuengling for the same price, in bottles.
It's actually really good from the tap. It is mediocre from the bottle but fuck it. BOTTLES IN MY MOUTH. and stuff. YEP.
And I just played all three holes with the wife, if you know what I mean. The only way this night could get better is if I won the powerball.
Doing laundry at the rents while watching UFC 144 and eating leftover chinese. Life doesn't get better than this.
Hey man, if you wanna get that 600 pounds out of bed using the geriatric lift to pound away, fuck, knock the dust out. Glad someone is willing to chisel their way through the built up crust and ride Mom.
Any time. What are friends for, anyways? In other news; am I the only person on the world who isn't in love with Lamborghini? I understand that unless I really become a workaholic I'll never be in much of a position to afford its competitors, but all of the cars look about the same and the sharp angles don't do much for me. Plus, it's what people buy when they're too new money for a Ferrari.
Nectar of the gods. And only $16.99/case up here. WOO In other news, hit the margaritas and whiskey too hard last night. Taking it easy tonight. Disaronno with a splash of coke. Impulse buy gift set with two old fashioned glasses. I'll take it. Our buckhunter gets here next Friday. Considering taking a half day at work. Cause I'm responsible and mature like that...