Ah, that Wisconsin classic, beer & bratwurst. Last night’s dinner of Johnsonville Brats cooked in some delicious K9 Cruiser Winter Ale. I drank the remains to slake my sausage thirst.
That sounds dirty, but it’s not.
Would I be tempting fate and the pun gods if I said Jenn liked my sausage? I thought so.
Sorry.
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