Perfect World Brewing

Sun looks crazy with all the wild fire smoke in the air. Never been able to stare right at it before. You don’t even need glasses you can just raw dog it. Just raw do***ng the sun.

So George hatched a scheme and he and Owen snuck up on the roof this morning. And now Perfect World has seen a 100% increase in wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man.

I’m out picking. This year is going to be a single keg of black raspberry wheat.

This is the house where I will be watching fireworks. My son asked if “uncle Joe is a rich person?” I told him uncle Joe doesn’t have kids, so yes.