Red makes me an exceptional home brewer. Without, I'm nothin'.
Yes, olllllo, that's why they put you on the short bus, little fella! Luckily for you, it's a Jeep short bus.
Groop, I implore thee, my footing turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly binglewurgles,
For otherwise, I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
My "mistakes" taste better than anything you can get at the grocery store.
I am an exceptional homebrewer because I can beat you all up. TAKE THAT
I am an exceptional homebrewer because I can beat you all up. TAKE THAT
vogon poetry
If you EVER decide Vogon poetry is a good idea ever again, I will bulldoze your house to make way for a bypass.
What makes me an exceptional brewer?
Shouting. The uniform is nice, but I'm mostly in it for the shouting. Yeast need the odd "Resistance is useless!" in order to perform their tasks assiduously. And they like poetry. Here's an example:
Prostetnic Vogon Bob
But enough about me, what do you think of me?
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