You're camping in Yosemite. Birds are singing, A raccoon is foraging in a nearby stream. It's sunset and your kicking back in your lawn chair with a grapefruit soda. You catch the familiar whiff of dankness wafting from a couple of campsites over and breathe deeply. You head over to fetch a beer when you realize the f'ing raccoon raided the cooler. 7.0% ABV
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