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Hello.

I’m breaking the standard Sunday haiku tradition to point out an enormous issue plaguing myself and my lovely wife in our first full day of married bliss.

No, not that kind of problem. There are pills for that…

No, the issue at hand today is this.

Delicious beer. Microbrewed in Knoxville, Tennessee, with perfect fermentation, and a stout hardiness that belies its “get you tore back” alcohol content.

I’ve never in my life had a problem with delicious beer, until this…

30 gallons of it. Now, the keg with the rag on it is pretty floated, but that bad boy on the left? Oh, its chock full of that hearty goodness that is in the cup next to my right arm.

With a party pump installed.

Problem is, this lets evil oxygen, that bane of beer’s very existence, into the keg, destroying it with its bacteria and foul foulness.

This beer needs to be drunk, people. If theres ever been a call to action, its a call to all stiff necked, strong backed men and women of grit to come down here, and drink this beer.

Happy Easter.

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