29 March 2009


Okay, I'll admit it.

I know of a Chinook helicopter which ferried around the legendary Super Bowl Beer this past February. When loading the palates of that magical ambrosia--that elixir of awesomeness that is beer--a case was dropped, causing copious amounts of that nectar of the gods to spill upon the floor of the Chinook helicopter.

Sometimes, when no one is looking, I sneak into the cargo hold of the helicopter, and as the aircraft bakes in the sun, I smell the last remnants of the aroma of that day in February when there was beer upon the Chinook.

I even sing a little song...

1 comment:

El Goyito said...

War is hell, Starbuck.