Well, last Friday was kinda crazy! We stopped at about every bar in downtown Houston for the beer festivity held by St. Arnold. The last place where we landed, The Flying Saucers, I witnessed a guy drank his 200th beer in 2 months or something and got his name printed in a plate which in turn nailed hard on the high wall. I looked around and found out that there are about 16 plates belong to a single guy. Do a simple math you would know that this guy now is either dead or having severe erectile dysfunction!
Look who happy we are
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