Three Hundred And Sixty Two Bottles Of Socks On The Wall

Three. Days. Remain.

Today marks 362 days of socks.

Indeed, I do believe I’ll have myself a beer and contemplate that for a few moments.

In the meantime, you guys should hit up a happy hour and maybe have a few pints of your own. Just remember to celebrate responsibly, and take an Uber or Lyft if that one pint becomes, well, a whiskey drink, and then a vodka drink, a lager drink, and then a cider drink. And especially if you end up singing songs that remind you of the good times, or singing songs remind you of the better times.

What I’m saying here is have a good time, but mind your P’s and Q’s. And while you’re at it, try not to set the place on fire.

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