So Dylan and I have a long standing tradition of picking on each other. So today, when I took his photo for the blog, I got this picture and a series of ten pictures of him moving too fast. It may be a bit hard to tell what he is doing here but I can tell you he isn’t flashing a gang sign. Nope. - Jake
Okay, well Dylan didn’t write his third post. It may be because he forgot. It may be because he is a dad and raising a kid apparently takes time. It may because I keep asking him to do a lot around the brewery. It may be because he can't stop watching sci-fi after work. It may even be because he went shopping and bought this new shirt. Actually, that wouldn’t be true as Joline bought this shirt for him.
So if you have been reading my blog and Dylan’s, you definitely have been wasting too much time and you may also have come to realize that Dylan and I are always trying to pull one over on the other. It most definitely started with me and since I am the only one that updates the internet, I thought I would write to you about him failing on his third blog update. This will only be up until he reads it (UPDATE: HE FOUND OUT HAD A GOOD LAUGH AND I DECIDED TO KEEP THE POST UP A BIT LONGER.) He is then going to call me immediately (UPDATED: HE WAITED UNTIL HE SAW ME) and probably send me a blog post (UPDATED: NO BLOG POST EITHER...SEE TITLE AT TOP OF PAGE). Which will probably give me trouble about something... which I will nicely delete and then post the cleaned up version on this site. I will probably add a few glowing things about myself as well.
Regardless, he may have taken the role of worst blogger ever from me. But he has done a bang up job at brewing our first beers with Mike. If you haven’t had the chance to taste the American Brown, it may be time to come down and visit us. The German wheat, the rye, the bitter and the best have all been doing very well. Maybe when you are down here you will see Dylan and try to take his picture because a guy like this should be famous and not like famous on a milk carton famous. He most certainly will pose very nicely for you without trying to conjure of the spirit of the bloods and the crypts.
Cheers to Dylan, he means no harm. In fact, he only means good. Drink his beer. Please. The more people that drink his beer directly relates to how many new shirts Joline can buy for him. What’s up with this new shirt not being plaid anyway.
Besides, it’s not like he really has anything on me. My mom bought my last new shirt for me.
Dylan Mosley is the Civil Life’s Brewer. He is also responsible for changing out the pirate flag every 8 months. His annual compensation package here is directly related to the amount of time his beard is a minimum of two inches long.