An STBC true beer story with pictures starring Bezulsqy, Mateo, and Pandora's (cardboard) box.
Good morning Mr Postman! What do we have here? A package? For me? And you need a signature? But I didn't order anything.*
A clue!
Hmm. So heavy. And tightly packed in Dutch fishwrap. Could it be the gift of music?
What kind of music is shaped like this?
Wait just one second. It's not music at all! It's liquid bread!!
Barely pops!
Oat sodas!
Bezulsqy, you are a true chum! My beer belly and my tastebuds shall sing your praises, drunkenly, deep into the night.
Just off camera my listening buddy is buried shoulders deep in the newspapers. Maybe she smells Pepper?
Maybe it's just the fish.
THE END
*I mean, I probably definitely ordered something. A few things actually, but for the purposes of a leaner narrative, let's all just play along. Besides, this wasn't one of those things.
There's a big difference between winging it and seeing what happens. Now let's go see what happens.