There are some MONEY-ass breweries in Georgia. They use a combination of dank moisture and climate change to create sweaty balls ass beverages with bubbles that both coat the tongue and massage the inner workings of the loins. Seriously, I speak from experience, and from the trauma I experienced while suffering through a week in July one year where all we had to drink was Georgia IPAs and the sweat off of each other's bodies. YUM, YO!
I know I didn’t get shit-faced enough the night before, because nobody called me an overnight celebrity today, nor did...Read more
I drink the tears of my enemies, on most occasions. Today, I’m drinking the tears of Monday Night’s enemies, because...Read more
The companion to this Reason was Rhyme. And, while I did like Rhyme, I looooooved Reason...Read more