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For the love of god, please stop serving beer in a frosted glass. 

Please. 

Pretty Please. 

Fuck. 

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I’m a masochist. 

Kind of. 

I’m about to re embark on an 1,100 page journey that is…

Well maybe not that exact IT but I’m sure you’re picking up what I’m putting down. 

I was doing adult things and listening to a podcast in which a gentleman reads every Stephen King book in chronological order and does a weekly review. After his three part IT review, I got all the feels and knew I had to read IT again. The book IT, not the lovely two letter pronoun, they’ve been getting confused for years. Wouldn’t that suck?!, to be a lovely little pronoun and always have people think you’re a maniacal killer clown that eats children, but I digress. 

I can be a bit lackadaisical in my reading but I have set an end date and that is that. How’d I come up with this end date???

Beer, of course. 

Doesn’t beer solve every problem??

Royal Rock or Rolling Rumble

I’m a wrestling nerd. Simple as that, I’ve loved it since I was 4 with no apologies for it. 

30 years later and now with beer as my beverage of choice??!!

If you’re not down with that, I got two words for ya…

ROLLING ROCK!!…

Or maybe ROYAL RUMBLE?!…

Or could be DRINK BEER!!…

Damnit all to hell I’ll figure it out but in the meantime I’m going to elbow drop a beer can.

#sundayfunday