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…don’t drink those beers. They’ve been sitting in our fridge for months (literally) and although I still can’t tell you why, I can tell you this: Don’t drink those beers. You know…these
I wonder what those taste like? You'll never know.
What about the other side of the six pack? Nope…can’t drink those delicious looking beers either.
I think one of them is from Japan. None of them are yours Castellvi.
Lets not lie to each other…I know it’s been stewing in your noggin. Probably to the point of anger and depression. Here’s you, mere moments before this post.
"Happy campers drink forbidden beer. I'm not a happy camper."
Maybe someday I’ll come up with a reason for you not to drink those beers, but for now all you need to do is stay far away from those beers. Those delicious, delicious beers.
Sincerely,
LP
P.S.
All joking aside, I am saving those beers. Don’t drink them.
