Tonight Alex and I picked hops (and I'm not talking "he/she's got hops" as in Basketball). Anyways, we climbed to the tip top of a ladder (by that I mean Alex climbed to the top like a champion, and I climbed halfway and watched the giant projected shadows of our hands created by the flashlight). We picked a massive amount of pine cone-esque hops that will eventually be our delicious... or our terrible beer. I say that they smell like beer, Alex says pine.. tomato tamato, let's call the whole thing off.
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