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When I found and bought my most fabulous beer tap a while back, I ran across another one I knew I had to buy as well.

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I mean really, how could I not?

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It’s a woodchuck. Holding an apple. They could have modeled him after our yearly brood.

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Perfect for a man cave/barn whose crawl space serves as a seasonal chucker hotel.

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He now has pride of place on an overturned shot glass in between the giant bullet and my freaky cocktail stirrers.

Life is good.

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