I Love Dreams

I dreamed I was in a generic Caribbean beach bar. The bar tender recommended Peter Pan beer in a white and red bottle.

They 17 cents each and the minimum was six.

I said no thanks but she insisted it was the best beer ever. "It tastes like what ever you want it to taste."

It was the best beer ever. Perfect taste, temp, and foam.


Rock Chef said...

Sounds good to me!