Wednesday, December 14, 2011
The good folks in Culasi like their beer – especially if someone else is paying for the drink. For them, beer after all is considered a rich man’s brew, which is reserved for times requiring mandatory celebrations. On normative nights the choice could be a mixed of local concoction that guarantees even the professional drinker an Excedrin hangover. Contrast that to special occasions – like when the house rooster lost in a cock fight, or that time the neighbor’s piglet found its way to their backyard – these are sure to provide the impetus for breaking out a case or two of the best San Miguel brew. Cheers!
Glenn: All empty. How sad.
Juzno: Well we can't let that happen... time to break out another case of brew -- it's 530 somewhere.
Glenn: When people would say "it's 5:30 somewhere", I'd sometimes think about being at the North or South poles, where all the time zones converge. Take a step East, and it's midnight; West, and it's noon. The poles are where there is always a good time to break out a case of brew, which of course explains the jolly man in the red suit.
Martha: Well what do you know, a trio of singing bottles. Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la-la... laaaaa!
Juzno: And Ringo on sideline playing the castanets. The girls just can't contain themselves. "With a love like that you know it can't be bad... whooo!"
Joyce: You come up with some unusual subjects.....I prefer Dos Equis amber (dark)......Prost...... I like how the bottles show up red -- can I assume they were brown?
Juzno: Yea they were brown but after several rounds they turned red from singing. The jolly old man in the red suit made sure everyone had their share.