Back From California... and Back to Shanked

Back From California... and Back to Shanked

I'm back! Sorry I was gone so long, but I had to take a trip to California to visit kinfolk with purple hair, questionable driving etiquette, and a strange habit of changing body parts because they can't decide if they're the goose or the gander.

Might not have gone had I known all that beforehand, but there I was, hip-deep in the ocean, enjoying a cold Shanked Blonde Ale, admiring the fine-looking bathing suits on the beach, and hoping I was admiring an original model instead of a rebuilt one... if you catch my drift.

Meanwhile, back at Prison Break Brewery, the beer has been flowing and the locals are gearing up for the annual Howdy Johnson Memorial Chip Tossing Contest at the county fair in Norton's Corners.

Now, before you get too excited, we're talking cow chips, not potato chips. You can't throw a potato chip very far, and you sure don't want to dip a cow chip into sour cream and chive. They each have their purpose.

But they do have one thing in common...

Whether you've just tossed one or eaten the other, you're going to want a nice, cold Shanked Blonde Ale waiting for you afterward.

Best beer around.

No argument there.

Just don't confuse the chips.