I have filled my glass with beer twice now. Twice I have set it down for a matter of could only be a few minutes, just long enough to build up thirst enough to make the urge to quaff strong enough to impel momentum to movement and get my big fat ass to move enough to grasp said container of wondrous elixir, only to find that in the intervening span the golden nectar once nestled so securely within is crystaline confine, had seemingly evaporated into the very ether itslef, slet, itself, yes, itself.
I will continue my observations of this alarming phenomena for as long as I am able, but I felt duty bound to my fellow barley belters to alert them to this terrible disappearance of the blood of Mother Earth herself in hope that they too would not suffer as am I, questioning my very sanity, or sobriety, as it were.
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