Before I was of age it was actually quite easy to score some beer in Portland from a West End store that was run by a elderly man with poor eyesight. At first I thought his poor vision facilitated my ability to purchase hooch but in time I realized that he simply didn’t care that I was 18. Needless to say the store was quite popular until he was shut down. Today, the building is occupied by a pretentious market that serves overpriced prepared foods.
This one is for the ladies who like watching a guy upright an overturned burro. Aye Caramba~!
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