Alabama Getaways, peanut festivals, and landshark lager

I will tell you this. I've lived in some places that god has forgotten. Missouri, where one morning the sky turned black, not dark rain clouds rolling over, it turned black, as if the rapture was going to fucking occur right there. Alaska, because when 11pm looks like three in the afternoon during the summer, and during the winter it's likght out for about two hours, your state clearly has something fucked up with it, not to mention a hockey mom govenor. And now I can add to that list Alabama, where it rained all afternoon to have the tempreture drop all the way down to 31 degrees outside at night, oh yeah, it was still raining either. close to the florida-bama border there is something called the peanut festival, but it's really a fucking fair, don't let them lie to you, you can get all the boiled peanuts you want there, it's actually kindof cool. it's like a prelude to the SoFl Fair in January. I've grown to appreciate Land shark Lager, it presents me with the thought to tangibily drink a light beer and actually have it taste like beer. It's not repalcing yuengling. me and joe ( All the Heroin on Tamarand) are adamant about our beers, I like to think that's cause we're a couple of drunks who do nothing with their lives other than drink, flirt with women, and have pretty sweet adventures, now that i think about it, we're alcohol fuled superheroes.

-Bnew
no one on the corner has swagger like us