Men of steel, or iron at least?

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I sometimes wonder what God is really about.  Well, don't call me a fool.  Men of greater magnum have asked no less.  Onto my third, and final as for the first case, sip of beer, I have to wonder.  I have placed the extra case of beer in the refrigerator, as I am about to empty the first case down my gullet.  Nummy, by the way.

Okay, the last heavy sip I have had consisted of four beers.  Well, actually, I pushed it a bit more recently with a six pack or two.  But even that was in my... effort toward expanding my... horizons.  So, tonight, without effort, a case has gone down my throat?  Yes, indeed.  Just in fluid volume, that is.... hmm... 12x12x2... 288 ounces of beer.  True, that is only 24 bottles.  But it is, theoretically, 24 ounces of scotch, rum, vodka, or what have you...  Down the hatch.  *glug*  Well, when I finish this last... sip.

Never mind.  I was just curios.  Tomorrow I might know more, if this was a fools errand or simply... a reality.  A case, though?  At my level of alcohol virginity?  I do think God makes some men... different.  Well, on to my sip.

Good night.  For, good or ill, this is it.  Sleep well.