Memory of Memorial Day

29 October 2006

Came home to routh of grilled rother and plenty pork. Good feral feed. A tub of tater salad. Browsed for abandoned beer. Insipid stuff - ach! - to be had: Mickle Lob and Dud Wiser. Jerked my nose from the brackish wrack. Yuck dud ale. Bail it out! Save yourself! American tailgate runagate fun, synthetic patriots. Pfui! Better to be buzzed by barley wine. I let out for over a litre of the lush liquid - ten percent per volume of sweet swat. It purled down fine with meat and tatties.