It's August 12th (My sisters birthday, oh shit...) and it's like 50 degrees outside. I know what you're thinking. "Ben, that's all well and good, you live in crazy bullshit world." Not true dear reader, I live in Michigan. Michigan. That's in America, kind of by Chicago.
The three empty Bud Lite tall boys on my computer desk tell me it's time to go. I need more beer.
The three empty Bud Lite tall boys on my computer desk tell me it's time to go. I need more beer.
