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Drunk while Blogging

Every now and then, I take a break from driving around like crazy looking for dumb things to take a picture of around town. Blogging can be hard work, and looking for 'bloggable' material is time consuming. So, after a long day at work, its sometimes necesary to unwind, relax, kick back and drink a cold one. However, not just any old beer will do. In order to blog correctly and with the necessary passion, the right beverage must be consumed, if not it all goes to waste. Only Schlitz can get me in the right mindset to get blogging on the right foot, however, I can only drink it incognito. So, next time that you see me around town, offer me a cold Shlitz and I might even put you on my blog (aint it great.)


Al said…
For a second I thought you were a Detroit Lions fan...
DeLaredo said…
Jajaaja, LOL! Nah, not a Lion's fan, but if I were one, I would cover up my face for sure. I am a Laredo Broncos fan, and at times, I wanted to take a bag to watch the game, so I wouldn't be recognized.
El Guapo said…
You don't hear much about the Sack Lunch Killer anymore. I think he retired and moved to Vermont.
DeLaredo said…
The Sack Lunch Killer is still out there, waiting. He wants you to think he has left, retired or even died. But, still he lurks in the shadows, behind trees and dumpsters and he hangs out with La Llorona on cold Saturday nights. Beware, for some day his return is imminent.

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