Look…just look at what I have my grubby lil hands around! This is that beer? You know the one I was begging for? Sigh, just work with me here. I’m convinced that beer flows through my veins. I don’t mean that Budweiser shit or any of that other stuff that just takes like beer flavored water, moose piss or Listerine. I have a combination of Stella Artois, Blue Moon and an array others from Founder’s and New Belgium seeping right under my skin.

This is my laughter of delight.

Annnnnd I just realized I made myself sound like an alcoholic. I’m not…really.  Don’t judge me. It’s the little things…