Last weekend I enjoyed one of the best damn beers I ever tasted. It was brewed by my homeboy, Jackie. And friends, I mean to tell you- it was one awesome bottle of beer. We're not sure if the High Priests of Spiderman or the Green Goblin presided over this creation, but whichever it was, it has brought us one step closer to healing the rift between the teachings that can be found within the sacred scrolls of DC and Marvel Comics.
With permission from the Intergalactic Board of Elders, tonight, I will be enjoying this second bottle of beer as I study the ways of the Batman and Green Lantern in the everlasting search for the meaning of life and to seek out new rules to impose upon the readers of this blog and the followers of this church.
As you can see in the picture, this second bottle came with a warning label placed there presumably by Mrs. Lantern. So if there are no blog entries here for the next couple of weeks then it is safe to assume that I've gone to be with my Heroes in the Hall of Justice.
So far, two swigs down and I haven't gone blind.
Thank you, Jackie for the homemade beer (and the holy, kick ass and righteous Misfits CD.)