The Star Press is reporting on a man arrested for hitting a 7 year old with a can of beer. Apparently Brian Grubb was trying to hit the boy’s uncle, but his aim wasn’t too good.
I admit to having thrown a can of beer at a guy – but only in the spirit of fellowship, never in anger.
Start the banjo music now!
The only time I’ve ever thrown a beer container at anyone was when it was EMPTY! Why waste a good beer? Oh yeah, and I made sure that all my targets were over 18.
My favorite such instance was when myself and a buddy named Kevin stayed behind at the rented condo in Myrtle Beach while the other guys went golfing. We had a grand time drinking beers from the cooler on the balcony. When the other guys got back, just as our buddy Mark was coming through the door, Kevin whipped a beer at Mark. Mark caught it in self-defense before it beaned him in the head. Then Mark drank it. I love it when a plan comes together.
That story certainly explains why some beers are called “High Life”. The words printed on the can are as close as some are getting to it.
The Champagne of Beers!
No doubt pronounced “Sham-PAG-nee”?
That reminds me of the french word “Paw-YOU-say” that makes the TV stop on my “div-ER”