You haven't lived. Now, here's the sad part. I used to love drinking beer especially if I had a spatula or large fork in my hand and the BBQ was lit up with some sort of cut of beast on it or just after a great sporting event or if I wanted to tune out my wife and now I'm relegated to one beer, 12 oz. or once in a while a pint or on very special occasions two beers. Makes you want to cry. Excuse me while I take time out to do something. There, I feel better now.
I eat my food from inside a blender, Posting rants, during a weekend bender, If I had my wish, I'd be much slender. Worst Thoreau poem ever.