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I Was Gone For A Little Bit. I’m Back Now.

I’ve been out of the blogosphere for a few weeks, but I’ve been doing stuff:

—I gave three cans of beans to a food shelter. I am now part of the solution.

—I travelled.

—I came back.

—I was undercharged at a Subway in Lusk, Wyoming, and didn’t tell them because the service sucked.

—I was overcharged at a liquor store in Mounds View, Minnesota, and I did tell them because the total came to over $8,000 for a six pack.

—I met a woman at an Arby’s in Kearney, Nebraska, who believed South Dakota was an exciting state to visit.

—I went through South Dakota, and wanted to drive off a cliff after passing the 257th sign for Wall Drug. BUT THERE WERE NO CLIFFS.

—Then there were cliffs, in the western part. I decided to boycott Wall Drug instead.

—In the mountains of Colorado, I urinated in a tributary of Clear Creek, the water source of the Coors Brewery.

—I drank a beer infused with bull testicles. This beer: Rocky Mountain Oyster Stout.

From beerpulse.com

—I drank a beer named after Kurt Vonnegut, using a recipe from his maternal grandfather. This beer: Kurt’s Mile High Malt.

From wynkoop.com

That’s it.



  1. TheCatssMeoww
    July 23, 2014 at 3:17 pm

    Sounds fun. How did the beer with the bull testicles taste?

    • July 23, 2014 at 3:32 pm

      It was good! We were told each can only had .04% worth of bull testicle in it, and I’m not sure what bull testicle actually tastes like. So I wasn’t really sure what to look for….

      • TheCatssMeoww
        July 23, 2014 at 3:37 pm

        Haha it might have been that extra spice to make it taste good.

  2. July 23, 2014 at 3:45 pm

    Beer infused with bull testicles? I’ve had my testicles infused with beer many times. And I’ve also been told I’m full of bull. Is that kin d of the same thing?

    • July 23, 2014 at 4:26 pm

      I suppose it would be, if you put it in a can and drank it.

      • July 24, 2014 at 7:30 am

        So far, the Coors Brewing Company isn’t returning my calls.

  3. July 23, 2014 at 4:24 pm

    I guess your trip makes Coors into beer infused with urine infused with beer infused with bull testicles.

  4. glenn2point0
    July 23, 2014 at 5:31 pm

    I like the picture of the stout with “stout brewed with bull testicles”!

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