Beer wins every time. and here’s how I know. My yoga teacher tells me love wins. She loves love. And so love wins. Now, I thought this was just a clever little saying she was throwing around, but really Love Wins, is a pretty cool book if you were raised christian and are a bit confused as to why nobody acts very christian in a world supposedly full of them… but i digress.
So here I am, walking around Key West, with love wins rolling around in my head and I stumble (yes, literally) on this…
Uh huh, can you see it? BEER IS LOVE.
And as we’ve already established, love wins.
So there’s the reasonable deduction.
If beer is love, and love wins… beer wins. I should teach math.