Mich Ultra, my friend, Mich Ultra.
Slowly creeping down from 185 to 180. Guzzi Dan showed up unexpectedly yesterday, didn't even tell me he was coming to Florida for a funeral. Now I'm not saying we drank him under the table last night, but between you and I, he puked. When I told my buddy the bar owner this morning, he said " we win!" Dan isn't usually a shot drinker, we filled him up with Tullamore Dew and Stumpknocker IPA. It was worth going off the diet for.