In the late 1900s, deep in the woods of West Virginia, Jack chugged his beer as the miners came back to their camp after a long day. The crew made their dinner, tired and worn down from the day spent in the mountains, making sure Jack had his ration.
Jack loved his food, but he really loved his beer. So much so, that he would growl mightily when his jug …
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