Workin’ Too Hard
Can’t see my desk for the beer
I’m getting buried in my work. I’ve been procrastinating with this, that, and the other, and things are really piling up. I need to have all of this beer consumed by Friday. Not only quaffed, but thoroughly analyzed for hop and malt aromas, mouth-feel, flavor, bitterness, carbonation, balance, and finish.
I wonder if I can get on that show Dirty Jobs?
Enough self-pity. A task well begun is half done.



As a wise man once said, “You strong like bull.” (Yeah, I stole that from you. Whatcha gonna do about it?)
I think you need to hire an assistant. Let me know where to send my resume.
Power on . . . .
A wine taster would simply swirl and spit. A beer taster: NEVER!
If you get cirrhosis of the liver, can you collect workman’s comp?