Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Miller High Life

I'm being kept in an apartment until I drink a six pack of Miller High Life I bought three months ago as a "Hey, I'm in the area. I'm going to stop by" gift.

Apparently, my gift was not appreciated.

And now, I have to sit here, listen to Bright Eyes and drink the beer.

Life can be hard sometimes.

And by hard, I mean filled with the champagne of beers.

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