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.
It's yeast ejaculate. Just try not to get it on your face.
Primary: Nada Secondary: The Plinian Legacy (NB clone of Pliny the Elder) Bottled/Fridge: Firestone Easy Jack IPA Bombers/Growlers/Aging: Firestone 17th & 18th Anniversary ales Kegerator: Uinta Hop Notch IPA Coming Up: something spiffy, most likely