Inside the Pallet House

This week we are joined by our friend Noah, and to say he brought the drinks would be an understatement. We effectively found a treasure trove of goodies.

Dave is a cowboy now.  The Painter is a Jailbird.  Troy is the beer hunter.  Brendan is still trying too hard to justify a hat.

This week we narrowly avoid temporary blindness so we have that going for us.  Running would have always been an option, but with the the amount of hashing going on it can be hard to know which way is the right way.

Dave is back from Spain, and he has learned a novel way to use the Stock Exchange.  It works better for drinks than food though, because the food is not in demand.  The supply for fights is currently outpacing demand, which is the opposite from beach towels and flip flops.  Supply and demand is not a complicated concept, but it seems like Spain has only mastered it in bars.

It seems like everybody gets a trophy these days, but there are signs that the times are changing. We are even priming the pump to give Pete Rose an award. Top award for ruining a car's interior goes to Drift air fresheners.  Heck we almost give an award to a known bad beer this week, but for now we managed to stop short.