Hey, Fat @#$%, 4 More Days

The end...is so near.

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

Hey, Fat @#$%, Day 25

And then there was one.

Somebody went to a party where other chicks have some chick come over so all the friends of the chick who had the party can buy stuff from the chick who came over.  Generally, there is some wine and beer consumed at these parties.  Down went Kitty.


"Wait, what? Me?"

So now...there's just me.

25 Days sans nectar of fermentation.  Roll on January 32nd 31st.

J McLonely