The babies were out in full force last night, and they brought their fathers with them. Beer just has a way of bringing together the whole family. If the above picture isn’t enough to convince you, perhaps Exhibit B will do the trick:
Actually it may be tough to make out the baby in all of that camo. He kind of blends in. We asked all of the babies in attendance to help us brew our Drafty Kilt, which would have allowed us to kick Joel to the curb. Each baby politely declined in his own way ? either by feigning sleep or staring off into the night sky. Not to be deterred, we carried on with our plans. Our mash efficiency was pretty incredible, so we ended up with more volume than we anticipated. And we are in no way complaining about that. We also kegged some stout.
On the business front, John decided to fund our entire operation with 100 trillion dollars.
We were all elated, until we realized he planned to use currency from Zimbabwe. Call me old fashioned, but I’m a bit more comfortable with American currency. Jeff is actually still rooting for the gold standard. What an idiot.
“You shall not crucify mankind upon a cross of gold.”