Man I love beer
Because God loves you, and wants you to be happy/drunk.
My beer gets me drunk enough to start this thread
Mine gets me drunk enough to ask Ben Franklin for his autograph.
Hoppy beer is like heaven. But wet.
evolutionary pressure. over a period of thousands of years, societies that made beer thrived while those that didn't faded. we are designed to like it.
evolutionary pressure. over a period of thousands of years, societies that made beer thrived while those that didn't faded. we are designed to like it.
That is one of the more widely accepted theories. Being a biologist I believe it is pretty sound.
So you think the tribes/groups/cultures who thrived did so because they drank beer? What link(s) is(are) there to proof of that? What survival effect does beer have that the absence of it won't provide? Happiness??
Being a skeptic engineer, I'm not so sure that's sound...
TB
EDIT: The only health related effect I've heard of is during times of foul water supply when it was safer to drink beer than the water.
The fresh water supply fact is true. But the discovery and utilization of beer created the need for agriculture... this, in turn, created civilization as humans shifted from being nomads to settling down. The tribes that didn't have beer not only had less clean water but also did not reap the benefits of societal gains including religion (morals/law), industry (trade/economy), and the fact that the constant strive for better brewing techniques and better end-product created scientific advances.
Those scientific advances brought us kegs and bars, which brought us procreation for recreation. And we all know that leads too beer goggles and pregnant fat chicks. And that leads to population explosion meaning the more successful beer drinking society with bigger beer goggles and higher birth rates simply surpasses any other society. Let's hear it for beer goggles!:rockin:
But that leads to an ugly fat society, no??
TB
Um, and what do we have? I know I'm way over what I weighed in the Navy. Years of drinking beer and countless hours driving a train, I'm half again the man I used to be.
Yeah, thirteen years standing in front of a lathe for ten hours a day have certainly added plenty of padding to my perfectly formed six pack!
Hey dude, that's what I was doing at about your age. We did ten hour shifts on turrets. Dam good pay, but a pain in the arse.
Mine gets me drunk enough to talk to Ben Franklin on the phone.
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