On a usual week, this would be a no brainer. We're in the heart of New England, and outside happens to be a shit storm. The obvious thing to do on an isolated Wednesday night would be to crack open a few Gannies (thats Narragansett for you noobs out there) and let the good times roll. We've decided to throw a big ol' curveball to the winter routine, however. Two words. High Life. They don't call it the champagne of beers for nothin'.
On a side note, we also came across some Colt 45 in a can. errrrrrrrrrrerrrrrknow what i'm sayin'!!!
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