Thanks, Ernest. Our IT manager is looking over my shoulder and drooling.
We're all quite buzzed now and it's roughly about midnight.
And we're having fun and we NEED to have some freakin' fun.
Now where's my dang beer? (What doI have to do to get good help around here, for cryin' out loud?)
Well, if you were in Houston, there might be a chance Dog Gone has borrowed it to feed his yard....
I have heard of beer biscuits, but I never heard of it doing anything for a lawn, must be something about Texas grass!