I listened to these so that you wouldn’t have to. Please don’t point out that I also didn’t have to.
Author: markmeeks
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Just because this year stinks doesn’t mean that EVERYTHING stinks. Just ALMOST everything stinks.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree.
Please have some beer beneath thee.
What good is a blog if you can’t use it as an instrument of spite.
Well, the weather stoutside is frightful. But a beer sure sounds delightful.
It only took two installments of this series to find a band full of white guys who have a song where the chorus is just a racial slur repeated a bunch of times.
Hark now beer, the angels sing! Brew king’s born today!
Prestige TV, but with more puddles and talking potato-men.
Ale be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.
Please enjoy this post that I began drafting in 2017 and never got around to finishing!
The Fraudsters' Almanac 