While visiting my brother last weekend in a little redneck town in East Texas, we went to the the store to go buy beer. We were trying to decide what to get, when an old guy, obviously already drunk, ambled over to us and said "they sure do have a lot of choices here... but I know what I'm getting." He smiled and held up a pack of Keystone Ice. Then, "What I'd really like is some Miller Gen-Yoo-Ine Draft. Yessir, that right there's the good stuff. But I can't afford that no more." Then he stumbled off with his pisswater, crying, probably.
Poor guy. I almost wanted to buy him some.
But before I get too all high-and-mighty, we left with a 30-pack of Miller Lite.