You and the boys are drinking — drinking, ripping through aluminum armies with no regard. Growing heaps of cans elicit a deep primal beckoning to build, to remind future generations of the epic conquest bestowed here. Yet the blueprints are elusive. Math is hard, especially as the sidewalk careens as if carrying your rickety ship into battle on the high seas.
Have no fear, my nearly nonverbal friend, The Beer Pyramid Architect is here. Follow the very simple instructions below and construct your kingdom.