Shit, I came here to say I was having Vermont Cheddar, Gulden's mustard (it's golden on your tongue) and Snyder's of Hanover pretzels for dinner. Going vegetarian because I can't be arsed to slice some of the sopressata I have.
That is, of course the side dish to tonight's main course: My Robbing The Cradle Outmeal Stoat! On bottle two and I am feeling just a little out of control. Must check the ABV of that batch...
Good people, let me tell you, it is a party in your mouth and everyone is invited! Wholly and entirely mackerel. Tasty? Why, now that you ask, tasty doesn't begin, doesn't begin to finish my train of thought. It's goddamn delicious.
Are you down with GDD? yeah, you know me.
Shit. I'm out of Outmeal Stoat. Shall I wait fifteen minutes to see which direction inebriation is headed or should I damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead?
Also, listening to Fucking Kenny Burrell. Life is fucking suite. soooeeeet. Sue? Eat! La Dolce Vita.
Fucking Kenny Burrell.
Damn.
This just in from my brewing software: That batch was 6.6%ABV.
I think we are about to achieve
escape velocity.
LAIKA! SALLY RIDE! LOUIS ARMSTRONG!
(uhh, dude, that's Neil Armstrong, Neil. Not Louis.)