>Debra, after the recent thread on chile-beer, I don't think this is the >right place to call Bud the "good stuff". It's okay, you can come sit on my >patio and drink beer with me, I don't give Bud to snails either. > >Marilyn >Women are not supposed to snore, burp, sweat or pass gas. >Therefore, we must bitch or we will blow up. i really like that sig....but what does one do with a farting bitching lady? sheesh...<g> no, really...my *true* comment here is that back in Rael's daze of constant imbibement (wird?), as much as i enjoyed my Becks and Dos Equis (or a black and tan when north mississippi *finally* got some Heiney on tap...no such thing as microbrew 'round those parts in the late 80's, early 90's), they wuz just too damned expensive for a marathon drinker. As a compromise, i'd drink one (maybe two on pay day) along with my tequila catalyst (double shot of cuervo gold, or if in my "own" bar, a shot of meZcal....mmmm, Senor Jesus!), and then it'd be Buddyweiser for the rest of the night. Consequently, i have a problem with people putting down cheap american beer. actually, i have a problem with paying high dollar for something i'm going to piss out in 30 minutes all for a buzz. And we all drink for the buzz, baby...if'n we didn't, non-alcoholic brew would be selling big time. hell, i'd be drinking it. But today, until I'm 70, I'll stick to water and green tea :) Uuuuuuh ooooh, Rael's ramblin' and some folks don't like that. Beat me. As for those chiles, well, Monk Rael probably ain't growing any this year. it's a sad state of affairs, life in general at times, and consequently, the garden just ain't high on the List O' Priorities. Then again, I've got a bag (filled with bags) of dried chiles that seems to never run dry. 'Tis rather nice. Well, zooooooology exam tomorrow, and then done fo' da summer. And since i drinkanomorea, afterwards i suppose I'll have to dig out the jungle boots and go run nekkid along some of this hillsides that surround me up here. Could be groovy... ...that or go find some young nubiles at the bars who are celebrating themselves and offer to be their personal Designated Driver...woof. Peace, Hendrix, and Chiles....... Rael"...i jest....no dog in me..."64