We got another big dump of snow last night. The weather report called for 2 cm ...bullshit...more like 10 plus. Too much for this cowboy. I just got the snow blower put away, and I heard a rumble coming down the street. A huge plow was coming down the cul de sac. It was of course sweeping half of the snow bank into the newly cleaned driveways. I put my coat back out, and grabbed the shovel.
I had just started hacking away at the new pile, and French pulled up and honked his horn. He turned down the AC/DC...a bit and rolled down the window. He held up a case of Beau's Lug Tread Lager. Sweaty was in the passenger seat and he held up a few more and started singing "It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll" at the top of his voice. They never said a word, and just drove off.
French has a hot tub. He fires it up and grabs some: "Hot Tub Beers". He buys the Lugtreads in the perfect 600ml size. I got working at the massive pile of snow blocking my driveway. Time to crank the tunes, and crack a couple of cold ones, in the hot tub...or License to Chill as Sweaty calls it.
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