Moderation. I drink one to three good beers a day on most day. Im satisfied by the quality beers. Not the BMCs. Maybe ill do six on a game day. The abv is rarely less than 6 so im not pounding them either. If i were i would be blacked out and hungover. I experienced that with a homebrewed porter that came in at 7.1 at the Seattle game two years ago. I drank 12 and dont recall much more than the deangelo fumble.
tL;dr version. Drink good beer and only a few and you wont have to worry about a hangover.
Foothills and Natty Greens are my closest. I prefer foothills of the two. They always have some good stuff that is frequently changing in addition to the staples you can find at the grocery stores. People's Porter, hoppyum and torch pilsner. Natty is weak on the abv for the most part with few over 6%.
They've already taken away all my tax credits like student loan interest and the one for having a child. Are they going to leave the upper middle class anything, or are our lives meant to support those who didn't make any effort to make anything of themselves? I pay all year long, pay at year end, and its likely I'll get nothing in retirement. It's messed up.
Some sad people in this thread. Joy is best when shared with others. Family, friends or even strangers. Be grateful and not stressed over things you have to do because the reality is that you GET TO DO THEM.
without doing any googling I'm going to bet big money it's only for the one- they're hoping halo is a console seller
Not happening here. I barely get time to play anything anymore so buying more than a game doesn't make sense. Even on those ive been using games with gold more than anything and pretty much only consider used games on purchases.
one time...I was out in the woods, just banging away on this moose I had found when this big ass grizzly with an enormous erection comes up behind me thinking it was his turn with the moose. I'd been slamming Zimas all day long with a Baby Duck chaser and was feeling no pain so me and the bear get into it. He swings his massive claws at my head and I duck just in time and come up with an upper cut that would make Mike Tyson cry tears of blood. One shot...bear is out and the moose is still standing there. I wasn't sure what to do so I started kissing the moose on the forehead...and I'm not sure if you've ever seen many moose, but they have foreheads that go on forever.
We exchanged selfies and I think I'm in love but I don't think she's going to call me back