This'll be the last time I post my disgruntlement about our recent failed beer exchange. After six months of patience and pestering I am officially conceding that Jason will not return the favor of shipping a selection of his local beers to me.

Jason, may you be castrated and your balls preserved in Budweiser.

No offense, Christine.

We could go visit him to ensure that this happens. We could even buy the budweiser before we go. It is the one thing guaranteed not to be drunk on Goats: the road trip.

In Response to tor (#9606):

Hmmm, I wonder if I still have any of those tissue procurement tubes and if it is possible to buy only one can of Budweiser. I'd hate to waste any extra money on testicle preservative.

The final destination of Goats: the road trip could be Goats: the beer swap.

In Response to Oedipa_Maas (#9630):

if it is possible to buy only one can of Budweiser

Oh, sure, they've jumped on the ghetto bandwangon now, and started selling fo'tys.
The only reason I know this, is they converted the cooler at the liquor store that I go to from cold singles of micro brews to that of the malt liquor variety.

That's when you know your neighborhood is going downhill.

Jason never sent those??? That freak. Tell ya what, I won't let him go to Vegas unless he sends that beer. :)

I guess this shows how much attention I pay to what's in our refrigerator.

In Response to cgarcia (#9739):

Your boy flat out told me he had sent them. IN person. To my face.

And hadn't.

Freak is not the right word.

In Response to zamphir (#9740):

granted...you and I never exchanged either ;)

/me whistles innocently