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Beer cheese soup

Do you know about beer cheese soup? It is beer and cheese in soup form. My wife makes it and it is delicious. Delicious, amigo. Commrade. Hoss. Friend. Pal. Compadre. Cyfaill.

Also deligious is Russiamn beer. My wife bought me some and i drink it all up. No lime. No coconut.

They sell it here and it is bottled by number. I am a big fan of this utilitarian thinking. Don't name it, give it a number. That way I can walk into a bar in Moscow and hold up three or nine fingers. That's what I want -- a three or a nine. God bless you, Russians. I'm sorry to hear that capitalism has crushed your way of life. I'm pretty sure it fucked up ours, too. But I wasn't born then. The plus side is that you get coffee. Anywhere you go in this world, capitalism is there with a nice hot cup of coffee and a Sheryl Crow CD. Sheryl Crow, motherfucker. Men fought and died so you can listen to Sheryl Crow. Lance Armstrong thanks you for buying her CDs. The man's got one nut. Maybe less. And he shags ultra rich Sheryl Cow while you swill coffee in Starbucks. They all look the same. Am I in a Target in Fargo, North Dakota, or a petrol station in Primm, Nevada? Only the receipt will tell.

Iechyd da, Lance. I raise my bowl of beer cheese soup to you.

posted by Chris Cope @ 4:41 am