corey sellers wrote:1st rule never ever run out of beer
Sorta reminds me of one of my first sailing trips on the Chesapeake with my brother-in-law, many many years ago.
He was loading up the boat, and by "loading', I mean he was stashing beers EVERYWHERE.
In the fridge, in the coolers, in the overhead cabinets, under the seats, under the beds, anywhere there was room, fore and aft.
Watching him do this, I asked, " Aren't you afraid you won't be able to find them?"
He turned around and looked at me, and with a smirk on his face, said, "Ohhhhhh . . . WE'LL find'em !"