Beer Money
Buster had been trying to steal the wire all week so he could sell the copper for beer money, but he just couldn’t get it loose . . .
All You Can Eat
It was all you can eat, and the price was right, but the menu was somewhat limited–no pizza, chocolate, or beer, the building blocks for a balanced diet . . .
A Little Loopy
Edward was suddenly feeling a little loopy. The nectar must have been here a little longer than usual and fermented. Imagine that; false dragonhead blooms beer! Would this, he wondered, be considered a micro brew . . . ?
Oh Rats!
Since the President’s wife began trying to change everybody’s diet to include more veggies, fruit and fiber, Paul’s wife had been after him to eat fewer rodents and try some broccoli or rutabagas. Paul could see it now, cruising with the boys on a Saturday afternoon, eating broccoli with ranch dip, drinking herbal tea while all the guys jeered and ate Buffalo cotton rat wings by the dozen and drank beer–yeah, that would work out just fine. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Water Runs Downhill
Chester’s wife Chloe was a reader and fact gatherer, but she really liked to pontificate. She had read seven different versions or translations of the Bible, read the Koran twice, the Bhagavad Gita and the I Ching once each, and had gotten half way through the Encyclopedia Britannica before it went online. Chester was more of a beer and sports sort of guy, so when she saw the little mountain creek on the way to the Poas volcano in Costa Rica and started to tell him about the water cycle, he said, “Wait, I know three things: Friday is payday, water runs downhill and beer is a vital source of vitamin P. That’s all I need for now, thank you very much. . . . . David, Sf.G.
I’m Sure Gonna Miss Her!
While fishing one day, Bubba got a text from his wife that said, “You have to make a choice; give up your fishing and beer, or I’m leaving.” He texted back, “I’m sure gonna miss you! Who’s gonna clean the fish and wash down the boat if you go?” . . . . David, Sf.G.