I got two kids in college. I can't let my wallet get any so I'm pretty much stuck where I'm at for now. Workin for a livin sucks. You'd think I'd be used to it after about 25 years. Oh to be a kid again( and know how to make beer). :)
I've found that I enjoy it more out of a bottle because it seems like when I put it in a glass the funnel in my throat opens and it's gone in about 3 drinks.
Sorry man the redneck is demanding the bottle with the coozy that reads"this is the part where I nod and pretend to care".
Although I might be able to convince him to drink out of one of these.
William Wallace, my ancestral hero,Popcorn Sutton,the greatest moonshiner in history,and my dad who I haven't seen in 3 years due to a family dispute between my sister and myself. He decided to choose sides.
I couldn't imagine why I'd do without my furry buddies. The coonhound has scared me twice. He got hit by a car once and came home full of rabbit shot once. Both were expensive overnight stays at the vet. They're like my kids.