I've been told to go check out this place up the road by Jess
2 and her knowledgeable beerman. It's like a whole 3 miles away - which is light years in this town. So I've been going instead to the one that's 2 miles away. But I was driving back from some coupon fueled errand (how does Michael's stay in business?) and saw the neon lights beckoning, so I swerved in for a looksee.
Hoooooooooooray. Place is loaded. Isles of crazy stuff. Coolers of good stuff. Mountains of crap stuff. The rest of the place is an alcoholics delight as well. Plus there's a can and bottle collection thingie attached. So in the parking lot I get to dodge station-wagons full of bottles and cans that are driven by hobos (all the windows are broken).
Also there's a special isle for Stuspengy.
"Oh, so Anchor Steam in in San Fran huh? Neat."
7 comments:
Did you plant a flag when you discovered it? I would like to see this "Beerland" someday.
Can you send me a "care package"?
Is that Yankee Spirits? They rule.
A: No care packages! You must be present for all care packages!
B: Yankee yessir! Carded!
C: Exclamation!
I've got a boner.
Goddamn you. I hate you so much right now.
xoxoxo-
- Dumpster Baby Designed Only for Hammer Fighting
Yankee Spirits is f'ing awesome.
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