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Friday, April 27, 2007

Kicked

Now that I’ve felt my ever less theoretical son kick me right in the hand (oh, how special!, interjects Mrs. Johno… he’s been whaling on my cervix for weeks!), I have a public announcement to make:

I keep making beer, like a fool, for ever more theoretical consumption. At the moment, I have a nice floral and bitter pale ale, a spicy, strong and sweet Abbey, and a plain out freako-delicious Dunkel ready to go, and five gallons of porter curing besides. So, please.... kick my kegs. Run ‘em out. I’ll make more. Please help… drink all my booze, I’m begging out.

That is all.

Posted by Johno on 04/27/07 at 10:34 PM
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