Thursday, January 03, 2008

Let’s just say I can no longer claim to be “shacking up with some chick in her twenties.”

I won’t say the age, but the G has reached a point where she and 7 of her friends can not float a single ½ keg of Yuengling after 3 days of boozing.

Likewise, I’ve long past the point where spilling beer is the unconceivable sin it was in college. Now, as I pump the keg empty onto the grass, I wonder if the organic bits will work as a fertilizer or if the alcohol will kill the lawn outright.

Scientifically, I figure it’s a wash.

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