With a couple exceptions, I purposefully name my beer inappropriately. Two Hooters American Amber Ale, because we had a breeding pair of Western Screech Owls in our Mesquite tree. Landing Strip Blonde Ale, because this was a basic blonde, nothing fancy, but it’ll get you where you’re going. Cheeky Slapper Red IPA, because it came out hot and cheap but in the end was a classy and all English (malts and hops). Voyeur Steambeer, because it was inspired by a nosey old lady watching my wife and I on a romantic date in San Francisco peeking in at us in The Stinking Rose restaurant. Fiesty Oktoberfest, sorry but this one is just for me and my bride to know why. Up the Chimney Christmas Winter Warmer, because Santa needs to take care of business too, if you know what I mean. Serious Bush IPA, because I used a lot of hops in this one. Bump and Grind Coffee Stout, because if it goes bump in the night, you’re going to be grinding coffee in the morning. Treasure Trail Golden Ale, because if you’re going to find gold, you have to follow the trail. Hardcore Apple Cider, because it’s hard and there’s a core. Finally, No Tan Lines Brown Ale, because its hard to find a good double entendre name for a brown ale that doesn’t keep you from wanting to drink said ale.