SMASHY SMASHY

You ever have one of those weekends where somebody wants to give you free beer and then you smash a lot of stuff with a spanish mace? Yeah, I know... happens all the time. Allow me to bore you anyway.

First of all, I'll never understand what would convince a man that it's a good idea to hand over the controls of a beer booth to a bunch of people my age. It doesn't make sense, but I love it anyway. Like hey, here ya go... all the free Christian Moerlein and Warsteiner you please.

You can't argue with that.

Next thing you know you're off peeing on a recliner. Not that there is any relation.

So anyhoo, Chris came across a mace that his grandpa bought in Spain while he was in the US Airforce. So, what follows is the next logical step. Produce getting smashed.

Stuff died.

Stuff was murdered.

Stuff was bitten.

And get this, we hit produce with a mace. I bet you didn't see that coming.

And there were sausages.

You can't argue with that.

 

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