It's almost like smack-induced Dylan barfly time.
I probably won't head out to a place frequented by ladies of ill repute and bad neon signs, though. Probably just get woozy with the Kitt-meister.
The end of Jonadan is like Christmas for adults, or just me. Visions of frosty brews dance in my head.
I salivate over badly drawn beers.
Stay Beer-focused
J McBarfly
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