48 Hours From Certain Doom

As we sit quietly and sip coffee, it approaches.  Slovenly, hairy, and oh so smelly.  The day of reckoning is coming.  My liver quivers.  My belly cowers.  My left calf shrugs its calfy shoulders.  It is strong (hence the shoulders).

The great four day four person Oregon beer trip of much planning and general excitement is nearly here.  The name for the journey has been chosen.  4 Guys, 1 Truck.  Wise that.  Short, catchy, and surely to capture the imagination of those tired of an internet life solely consisting of cat videos.  

Ok, I admit, we aren't gonna sway those people.  Cat videos are adorable.  

Still, we four dudes have our charms.  Ryan can control ladders with his mind.  Brad is a master of melty cheese.  Derrick can eat a head of lettuce on command.  I once juggled.

Oh ladies of Oregon, I know.  Sorry we're taken.

Your beer will be as well.  Soon, very soon.

We're coming for you doom!  And we're thirsty.

Neil