Fueled by crazy horse

Yes, that title is correct. I am coming to you LIVE on my blog while sipping one of man's finest creations. Crazy Horse Malt Liquor. from a 24oz. CAN.
oh, yeah, it's going down like that.
What am I bringing for backup, besides the guns? A sixer of High Life pounders.

Hope ya'll are ready for this.

It was a bitch of a week at work, and I have pretty much decided to get roasted in the comfort of my home. Now normally, this involves dipping into my huge stack of Guiness in the fridge... but tonight just felt like something special was called for.

Oh, and Crazy horse may be the only alcoholic bevergae that tastes better from a can than a bottle. and that in itself is fucked up.

So, I'm a pounder and 12oz. maltified. I'd love to make this a running blog of things as I slip into the warm fuzzy haze of inebriation, but I doubt I'll have the attention span. Hell, I'll be lucky if I finish typing this sente


ok, that was a bit lame. the booze is kicking in.