KEEP THESE STORIES COMING I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF THEM.
Can you imagine how many times this guy fought with his wife about that damn beer? They undoubtedly bought a new fridge in that time period, maybe even moved houses. And each time, Tammy (assuming that’s her name) told Ralph (another solid assumption) that he needs to get rid of that nasty beer. Probably spent some nights on the couch for that beer. Was undoubtedly in the dog house countless times for that beer. But my brotha stood strong through the adversity.
Not to be a hardo or anything, but kind of a bitch move to not even take a sip. What’s this all about if you’re not going to at least wet the lips a little? I’m aware the beer’s most likely toxic, but man up. Cubs are World Series champs, have a go at the brew.