Yeah, that subject line boggles my mind too...
Contingencies have been removed. Praise the lawd. Knock on wood because we're not home free yet.
Anyways, upon receiving some good news I pick up my wife from work and ax her to grab sixer for me since I wanted to celebrate a bit. She comes out with a 4 pack of La Fin Du Monde. Naturally, I was pissed. First of all I asked for a sixer not quad-pack. Sheeeeit. Secondly, the beer sounded hella French. For godsakes the French don't make beer... Is this some sort of pseudo-Brandy-type of drank??
Let's just say my anger has since subsided midway through the 3rd beer. I'm officially tow-the-fuck-up. Good clean buzz.
