Merkuh

You know, that last post sounded a little too strongly of a self-help book's first chapter...  Lets bring this back home.

You know what I love? 

Beer.

All beer. 

Well, almost all beer (trappists, I am looking at you).  I love the stouts, the porters, and the pale ales.  But do you know what I love unabashedly?  Cheap crap american macrobrews.  I am talking about the High Lifes, the Buschs, and the Colt 45s here.

In many aspects, adhering to the low cash lifestyle (LCL), almost requires a palate that enjoys these fine examples of American ingenuity.

For serious!  Go to your local whatever store and get a $10 six-pack of something classy, and a split 12 of Busch.  Drink one of those microbrew dandies, and then drink one of those Buschs.  Isn't the Busch horrible in comparison?  But something is compelling you to keep drinking the Busch, isn't it?  Be it alcoholism or a deep love of country and ones blue collar roots, something drives you to keep drinking the Busch!  The next thing you know you are walking back from the corner stop-n-rob with the other half of the 12 pack, and your a quarter of the way through a bag of unshelled peanuts cause god damnit you're a man and you can unshell your own damn peanuts!  You don't know why, but you somehow have this sensation, and an understanding, of how the American's totally whumped the Nazi's and we are going to skullfuck Osama bin laden.

So, here is what I am saying.  If you are sitting around home bored, find a friend and head to the store, get yourself a split 12 or an 8 pack of 45, and a bag of peanuts (unshelled!).  Get back home, don't turn on the TV, and start discussing shit.  It don't rightly matter what you discuss, just discuss something or make fun of a friend who couldn't make it.  You'll enjoy yourself.


As Lando said, "It works every time."