I have decided to keep a ledger of my child’s meltdowns. For some reason.
Please join me as I take a look at this documentary series about what it’s really like to live in Australia.
Drink it while your bones bleach in the sun, pirate boss!
The title of this post is misleading, because I promise that this isn’t porn.
We wished you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Beer.
Fall on your knees! Oh, beer, the angel beverage. Oh suds divine!
I listened to these so that you wouldn’t have to. Please don’t point out that I also didn’t have to.
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.
Well, the weather stoutside is frightful. But a beer sure sounds delightful.