Yesterday, confronted by a wife with no sense of nostalgia and focused solely on 'getting rid of clutter', I poured them out.
The empty cans now stare at me reproachfully as I type, tears falling gently onto the keyboard.
I do indeed 'feel like a Tooheys or two'.
I assume you at least *tried* to consume the beer prior to dumping the contents of the cans and found them to be non-guzzle-able?
Otherwise, I'm pretty sure the men in lumberjackets (Canadian MIB) will be knocking on your door shortly to deport you...
Well, if I didn't already have some cold ones in the fridge I might have been tempted.
And in my defense, I did sniff first.
15 years ago, I would have quaffed on blind faith.
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