*Originally written by Tess McIntyre who quit.
I’m feeling so many emotions. Like a lot. Like real ones.
Usually this “feeling the emotions” would get me shunned and/or kicked out of Iron Horse World Wide Headquarters but today, they’ve made an exception. High Five Hefe Cans exist. exclamation point.
Yes, they are empty, but we’re off to a good start and I want to throw up from happiness. I understand that this is not a normal reaction to happiness, the barfing, but it is what it is people.
Also I’m feeling that I use too many commas. Maybe even over use. I, frankly, use commas so that you dear reader, can understand my inflection and that sometimes I just need you to slow down and think about High Five Hefe in a can and read about it in my voice. This is really irrelevant and probably a control thing but it’s my blog and no one said focused blogs are better than ones that are all over the place. Maybe someone did say that.
These cans are pretty beautiful and we will be swimming in them, Scrooge McDuck-style once they hit the brewery. I can not wait for that. Next week beer will be in them, so at that time I may really lose it.Then some time soonish after that you get to enjoy them on your boat, after your hike, in your underwear, or wherever you choose to give yourself a high five. I have goosebumps. This is magical. Maybe I need a hobby.
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