The other day I was out pulling weeds, yanking up those f*7#@ dandelions. You know what I hate more than yard work? Nothing. I hate yard work with a passion. But it makes for big points with the wife and since I have a severe points deficit*, I do some lawn work. Happy wife, happy life.
I worked up a powerful thirst doing all that weed pulling so I cracked open a frosty cold Lone Pine West Coast** IPA and poured it into an ice cold glass. A strong IPA, cold as a flag pole in February. It might be just what I needed to quench such a powerful thirst. And it was. Great IPA, not as hoppy as it claims to be. The can calls it bold and hoppy and says “each glass is like a pine bough slapping you right across your face.” I found it a very refreshing quaff, a quencher not a wrencher. Just what the thirst doctor ordered. God forbid I am turning into an IPA drinker! Maybe that is reason enough not to do any more lawn work.
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