I'd contribute but the fiancé gave my last few STone IPA's to her friends that helped her pack. I see them barely touched warm and flat on the counter.
Sent from my TJ
If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen.
- Samuel Adams