For those that are still alive to read
this, I right Irish prayer for you as you face the day!
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields
and until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His
hand.
Yes, Hunter and Lance are working on some formula to
dye some of our beer reserve green. If I don’t do another post, you know why.
Avenge me.
