Some days, you're done with a frigid office and four walls between you and the sound of, well, anything.
Some days, you're tired of your cannibalistic chickens.
Some days, you need a Franzi, Paul Simon, and a porch.
"F**k it. I'm gonna build a fetish costume for my chicken."
Serves one (or many, as needed).
One (or many) Franziskaner Weissbier, cold
One porch, warm and spattered with sunlight
One Paul Simon album, preferably Graceland
Sit on porch.
Pour beer into attractive glass of your choosing.