All right – we’re kind of done with the left side of the cooler. I swear – if I have to drink one more freaking Highland crap (crapft?) brew or a Leinenkugel ANYTHING, I’m going to need to start drinking scotch to keep me from doing something rash, sans clothes, up and down Haywood Road.
Yeah, I know we said we’d go through ALL the beer in Ingles, but I swear to God – I couldn’t bring myself to waste the time, calories and blogging power on a frigging Corona Light. The regular Corona was so bad that I figured light cat piss can’t be any better than regular, full-flavored cat piss. So, we passed on that one. We DID, however, drink a few beers…
Well, here we go. Week 1. We embark on a great endeavor to drink ALL THE BEERS in Ingles. So far, I’m feeling pretty good. Liver’s feeling right and I’m ready to do this. We got the first sixer today – and, for the most part, it looks doable.