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In which I curse Motor
Thursday, June 5, 2008   12:56 PM

Did I mention that I had a Budweiser Chelada earlier this week?

Right up front all I could taste was the salt, and the rest of the taste (clam juice and tomato!) proved no better. I ended up pouring the rest of my can out rather than finishing the vile concoction, and I gave the rest of the cans to a coworker.

She says that her husband loved them. I just don't understand.

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I told you it was terrible and you just couldn't believe it, could you?




Presumably you had to shout this admonition over the wind as the world-destroying vortex swirled around me...


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