UPDATE:
Dad: Are you coming home this weekend?
Archer: Is my car there?
Dad: Yes. If you drive it, I'll kill you.
Archer: No insurance yet. Right.
Dad: You can look at it, though. Thing's cool, Archer.
Archer: So I can look at my car but I'm not allowed to drive it. Isn't that considered torture in some states?
POEE bought me a new Spyderco...
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And speaking of the Guinness, I make the most kickass gingerbread cake with it. It goes really well with the Guinness ice cream.
I got into a fight just a couple of days ago. Some drunk frat boys from the local pharamcy college burned me with a lit cigarette (completely unprovoked, of course), so I smashed one in the face with his own beer and ran like hell. Live to fight another day, eh?
Is this a low-grade addiction? Like a cup or two in the morning? Or are you chugging it all the time? It starts to turn your insides toxic after a while- your sweat becomes extremely acidic, so you basically stink. I had to cut myself off after reaching that point.