15 October 2006
I bought some light beer by mistake. I did not read the fine print on a variety pack being marketed by Okanagan Springs and I have been ambushed by three bottles of sickly light beer.
I drank the light beer quick and tried to think of the only time in my life I ever enjoyed a pile of light beer. I drank about 40 light beers at Jimi's stag so I would not black out and miss any of the fun. If I had been drinking regular strength beer I would have missed the cops storming the house we held the stag in. Somebody drinking high test called an ambulance when someone else drinking high test tested the strength of a wall with his head. The wall held up pretty good. When the cops heard head injury on the scanner they gathered force, took dead aim and attacked. Half a dozen of the fuckers stormed the upstairs; another half a dozen ran down the stairs.
Everybody was ok and the police were jeered like the Canucks in mid-January as they shuffled back to their cruisers without busting anybody's motherfucking head in the name of public safety.
I was drinking Miller light. Fucking ghastly stuff.
Besides the light beer I have had to pour down the old beer hole, the 9-pack contained a few India Pale Ales and some 1516. Nothing wrong with those. They are the minimum 5% a beer should be and still be called beer.