First off, let me just say that I am not a regular drinker. Hell, the last beer I had was back in Hell and I have been here since Christmas.
That being said, over two weeks ago I bought a 12 pack of beer. I'm down to the last beer tonight.
I will go get out a cold can, I prefer bottle, I don't know why I bought cans. Hell, I really don't even have a fondness for beer. But hard liquor will make me want to open up a can of whoop ass.
Anywhoo... I will get out a cold can, drink half of it, go get another on as I know I will want it. Then I promptly forget that I have one open beer and now an unopened beer. That is how uninterested in beer I am.
The idea is soo much better than my execution. In both senses of the word.
Now remember that unopened beer? Well, who knew monkeys like beer? As soon as I set the can down, monkeys swarm it.
Fortunately, as stated earlier this is my last can.
PS. No monkeys were allowed to drive after the making of this post.