Somehow there were some Pabst Blue Ribbon left in my garage fridge...and I was bottling up my Zombie Maker Stout tonight.
So I grab a PBR and get rolling, then I put the last bit out of the bottling bucket in a glass and enjoy a very tasty, but flat stout...much to my surprise when I went back to the PBR I could not taste it at all.
we were boating this weekend and my friends got a party ball of bud light. I brought a case of SA Octoberfest. We were out there all day so I eventually ran out of beer and poured a BL.....never again. Poured it in the lake.
Beer is the mind-killer. Beer is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my beer. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see it's path. When the beer has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.