Schlitz Malt Liquor

Only a day after recieving my first fourty through buy-me-a-beer, I recieved a second one. Gretchen came by my breakfast party sporting a lovely paper bag containing one fourty ounce Schlitz Malt Liquor. (or more properly pronounced, MALT LICK-AH!)

Twas my birthday, and I had a whole lot of drinks to take care of that day. so the Schlitz went into the fridge for a while. Around 5 o'clock, I was feeling pretty sauced, so I decided to chill out for a while. I remember telling somebody, "I think I'm just going to drink coffee for a while."

As fate would have it, gretchen came by about two minutes later, and seeing a cup of coffee in my hand, starting giving me shit about not drinking her Schlitz (that shounds inappropriate). So, since it was bought for buy-me-a-beer, I honored my duty and cracked it open.

I can't remember if I ever finished the beer or not. I remember seeing it on the table several times, half full, and remembering to take a couple swigs. The evening wore on, and I ended up running around the apartment in a towel with chocolate frosting all over my body (don't worry michelle, I'll tell everybody I made that part up), and in the morning, the bottle of Schlitz was nowhere to be found.

Ah Dunchfest! Until we meet again.