Fantastic Friends

I invited a friend over to my brother’s house. “Does he have a dog?” “Sure does! A Golden Retriever!” “Unfortunantly I’m allergic :(” I thought he simply wanted a K9 companion. I decided to spend the night as his house instead.

We ate nachos with meat, close-to-expired cheese and questionable salsa. The chips we stale and so were the taco shells. It was delicious, regardless of the quality of food.

I’ll do another round of deliveries with BREWPUBLIK tomorrow. Are you ready, customers? Because I have a truck full of beer for you!

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