Back from beach week! Managed to piss off nearly everyone, impressed my Grandma with how well I can hold my liquor, and declare a state of 'never again' on the tasting of Georgia Moon Corn Whiskey. It's supposed to be legal moonshine, but that is not good moonshine. Good shine goes down smoother than olive oil and kicks like mule with anger issues. This merely made my tastebuds cry for mercy. Good corn died to make that crap.

The moon was nearly full whilst we were there which made for some awesome walks on the beach.
I've been attempting to catch up a week's worth of webcomics, this has led to much creative swearwords on my part.

Also, over 130 bottles of beer met thier demise on vacation. Dad estimates that about 160 or so were in the cottage total. My family takes thier vacation with several bottle openers.  Dad now has a disturbing affection for Corona (which frankly tastes bitter and has no body. It is bodiless, like ghost, only ghost has remnant of body. Corona does not.). Am trying to prevent him from buying any more of it. Luckily, he likes Stella which is much more betterer.

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