....in-laws coming over
Damn that is rude on Championship Sunday.
My first father-in-law was a die hard Packer fan, so we could always watch together, drink beer and get fed out'a the kitchen during the game with no hassles. Soon as I would get over there, he'd say, "let's go get some beer". All the time I knew him, he never went to the store. He had two buddies in the hood who worked at the Pabst Brewery. This was when Pabst was beer and made in Milwaukee. Out we would head to the guy's garage, which was full of cases of returnables, stacked to the ceiling. How many you boys want?