Ah yes, the 30-pack. Back in high school, we thrived on the Stroh's 30-pack.

You could have five friends each with six beers, or six friends each with five. Good times for all.

I remember the night before the SATs. We had four on a 30-pack. Damn I wish the SATs were graded on a curve. I know I collectively brought down the score of any poor soul sitting withing 15' of me. I was dropping Stroh-ski bombs the entire time.


Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:"
"She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."