I swear to Christ I looked carefully, and I couldn't see a single beer on that table. At least, I hope it's not the glass with the straw in it...
It's just that I thought I knew you Chiro...I thought we could have been buds one day and swapped iron stories over a brown pop and barley sandwich combo. Now my dreams are dashed.
Oh well, I'll go see what Clavin, Tape, and Chimps are up to. I hear they like beer...