I'd invited the regulars, Bob who brews Nutbrowns,

I'd invited the regulars, Bob who brews Nutbrowns, Sam, the Pilsnerking, & Sally, the Amber-lady. The burgers were on the grill when I popped the unmarked bottle of Obama Honey Ale

I Shrunk the Kids. It was a beer that was inspired by the President and Rick Moranis. Ted who brewed California Steam Beer finally arrived. The craft beer crew had some crucial

decisions to make before submitting their latest lambic to the tasting panel. Ted wanted to put two dollops of loganberry in the wort but Walter said he was nuts. "Two dollops!"

That just won't do it, Ted, no sirree. Make it 7." "7 it is, my good man," replied Walter,dolloping the loganberry in the lambic.They sipped. "Ahhh..." The tasting panel would be

made up of six of my exes and some guy they found living in a public toilet in Boise, but I knew that this lambic would sway even the most hateful of them. The sipping went on for

a couple of hours, so I went on to go to the tower. I met a girl there and her name was Ah Flower, she was Chinese and I was into her. I tried very hard to make sure I impressed

Shrimp de jongue at the Cafe Opera. The famous singer, Renee Fleming, joined us at the table. "Hiya!", she said as she called to the waiter for a bottle of Wolfman Jack's Glogg.

She mock elbowed Guy as she settled in besides him. "Hey Guy, you're still looking dour. Sunlight really disagrees with you about something. Or should I ask when was your funeral?"

Guy rolled his eyes at her, and she rolled them back. It was the way they passed the time there in their comfy little double-wide coffin at the edge of the eternal woods.