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Originally posted by Vets Dottir
Havin' fun with this aren't you Master Buddy-Bill? 
I kind of like listening to all the possibilities you-all come up with as to how the Master Sunray came about having wounded rib. Keep them coming, I'm highly entertained and it takes my mind off my own pain 
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Sometimes,when you're staggering out of the Brewers' Retail with a couple of full 24's, the top and bottom inner corners,what with the weight of the BEER,can have a tendency to put an enormous amount of pressure on the rib cage.But,there again,if its snowy and slippery and you lose your balance,i.e. falling earthward,the instincts kick in,and in a nanoo second,before you hit the ground,the mind kicks in and says to you,"Save the beer a--hole".Therein thinking this way,the mind does not adjust to the fact that all this weight will affect the ribs,albeit,without wasting a drop of suds.Soo,by the time you crawl home you feel proud as a lifesaver,not thinking that you've broken some ribs whick,again only kicks in when 1)you try to sate your thirst by uncorking a beer cap 2)Try to put that cold brew to your lips.
Ergo,boy do I feel foolish.