When he was 3 or 4 years old, I could look at him and say ‘Beer Monkey! Fetch me a beer!”, and, smiling like a miniature lunatic, he would run down stairs to the fridge, get a beer, open it, and bring it to me. Life was good! “Beer Monkey!” I would say and boom! boom! boom! down the stairs he ran. Clang! clang! Fizz! and Boom! Boom! Boom! up the stairs my Beer Monkey would run bringing me yet another cold beer.
Then, the dark ages arrived. Having been diagnosed with a Gluten problem, I had to give up beer. For about 12 years I had no beer. None. Ziltch.
One day about six or seven weeks ago I learned that Corona Lite is effectively Gluten Free.
Cautiously I conducted medical experiments. I tested it by drinking half a case of Corona Lite. No ill effects were experienced. The angles sang and happiness returned to the Empy Nest Bar and Grill! If only I had a Beer Monkey.
Yesterday, we picked up Catfish at the airport. He’s here to visit for about 10 days. It was observed that in January he will be twenty one, and able to buy beer.
It took a minute to dawn on me, but as of Janurary 27, 2018 he can buy beer. I can send him to THE STORE FOR BEER!
The BEER MONKEY returneth!
He has locked himself in his room and won’t come out.
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