Ya know, after a long day of mopping floors, unplugging sinks, sawdusting vomit, and yelling at 7th graders for running through the halls, there's nothing I want more than to relax with a few cold ones. That's why when I get home I reach for an Old Mill and the remote control. Yep, a little frosty beer and a little bit of Phil Vassar equal a lot of good times. Good times and good feelings; what more could a guy want?

Old Mill. It doesn't get any better than this.