Drinking a lot of beer is like eating a loaf of bread. Sure, it tastes great, but you start to feel full very quickly. I say quickly, but I don’t really mean it. I’ve had what – 8, 9, 10 – so far? I don’t know. It’s only 11:15.
The problem is that I’m full. It’s like I’ve eaten a loaf of bread. If I have another beer, my body will rebel, I think.
But the good Lord has blessed me with a solution. I think I need whiskey. I know I need whiskey. Time to get some whiskey. Straight up? Sour? Tonic. It’s early. I’ve got time for all of them.
