And there she was, Fatima....

12 years ago today I had the misfortune of finding a single can of beer in a little alcove, well it was a crawl space to be exact, called the Hall of Bongs on the third floor of the Fraternity Mansion. It wasn't a beer that I had had before, nor did I want to try it. I remember the can, not the contents "we left it hidden in a wall while doing some renovations for the next sap that comes along". 12 Years ago today on a sweltering summer afternoon covered in fiberglass insulation, surrounded by dead flies, and sweat dripping in my eyes I found....

Olde Frothingslosh....... I thought I was seeing things, it must have been the sweat, nope...there she was, the first moon goddess in my life; Fatima Yechburgh, in all her (grlp, just a little in my mouth) glory.

I don't know how long it had been there, but add 12 to the tally. (somewhere in the neighborhood of 55yrs as of today) I should have opened it and tried it....just for the sake of doing so. Perhaps some things are better left for the next guy with a crowbar, and a little initiative. God Bless ya if you take a swig.

Now... on to ebay to find me a case of this shite, to horrify my friends and family. "I bet it tastes like heaven, or the footbed liner in the running shoes I still have from highschool melting under the tool box in the back of my truck"

".......mmmmmmm, footbed liner in the running shoes I still have from highschool melting under the tool box in the back of my truck."