is all that’s keeping me from this:


As soon as I get home from work on Wednesday, kids. It will have been 10 days, and Uncle Crappy is a thirsty boy.


  1. It was worth waiting for. Last night’s beer menu (to go along with a spicy chicken alfredo prepared by Mrs. Crappy):

    Victory Sunrise (a couple).
    Great Lakes Grassroots saison.
    Heavy Seas Red Sky At Night saison.
    Dogfishhead 60 Minute.
    Founder’s Dirty Bastard.

    I was then ready for bed.


  2. RPM: That list was a little excessive for me, especially on a school night. And even if I hadn’t been out of practice, that list would have left me a little squiffy as well. The one thing that worked in my favor? I didn’t have to work until 2 p.m. the next day.


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