kingskottie

Lost in the farmland of southern wisconsin. Green green hills peaked with rusty farms and sad cows, I'm looking for beer. Die kreuzen were right...cows and beer right? Monroe...baumgartners hell yes. New glarus. The brewery hell yes. I dream of sunny days on hills like this. With beer like this...I dream of the girl I saw last night in chicago...I dream of halyconic blasts back thru time to my grandfathers boyhood home. The saddness...the beauty. I can't really get hardcore in my responses here...very difficult to manage. Afterbirths wife,the hot as hell anaxerete, suggested I tape my father...I'm several steps ahead of that...I'm in the process of filming a docmentary on my family...this is the basis of my trip. Time machining back to 1910. Hi lizzphitts. Tat2mom, pretty vacant (next stop is austin...soon baby) and everyone else. Drinking a new glarus spotted cow.