I would like to tell you I am drinking a high price tag beer made in a country with an obscure royal family whose water supply will be radioactive for the next 20,000 years or so. But that would be bullshit.
I would not even mind telling you I am drinking a fancy labeled beer trashy motherfuckers jam a lime into on a hot day like this made in a country with so little water they have to import it to make beer. But that would be bullshit too. Beer does not jam green shit into a perfectly good bottle of suds.
I would also like to tell you that I am drinking a fine organic beer, the beer I proposed marriage to last summer, but my beer drinking brethren from the Church of Alcohol have drank it all and there is no more.
I am drinking welfare beer. The cheapest beer in the store. It is made from pure Canadian spring water in a corner of Canada that does not produce radioactivity. And it is a good thing it is cheap and good because when it gets hot I cannot get enough of it.
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the many roads to beer.
i lived with a beermaker once. he brewed the darkest wheatiest browns i've ever drunk.
sometimes only the deepest darkest brownish beer will do.
Not counting Beer Sr., who made better wine than beer, I have never lived with a beermaker, just beer drinkers and Hell raisers.
You cannot beat the terrific numbness that is a welcome side effect of a good strong porter.
you can beat it, but then by god, you might be dead.
“This 'ere stoof is the best damned thing next ta whiskey!”
~ The Irish Nation on Beer ~
I love that ya have to enter your age on the PW web site to get in .... ????
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