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11 May 2005 at 11:43

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This the earliest thing I can recall, burned into memory by the disgusting taste of the ale. It would be decades before I could stomach beer again (lesson: never do anything just to please your father), but I'm doing my best now to make up lost time. Last week I bottled more than 150 bottles of home brew, which should tide me over the winter here at the Unheard of McDonald Islands. I have stashed them in a new hiding place. Things turned nasty when the penguins found the last batch.

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Connoisseurs of china might notice the beer tankard with tasteful 3D motif of old books, and pewter lid. It could be worth a few dollars by now, but my mother threw out everything that wasn't Tupperware. Lesson: hide everything from your mother and penguins.

Beer connoisseurs will notice that the beer was Bass.

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Hotboy said...

The beer looks great! I've only got drunk once this year so far and I liked getting drunk. Hotboy P.S. There must have been a reason why I stopped getting drunk.

onan the bavarian said...

karmic or financial?

onan the bavarian said...

thanks for the advice, I had never thought of getting drunk.

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