Word of the day: Oh-shit-too-mcuh-football-and-too-little-work!
I spent the weekend watching ball games, drinking Alaskan Amber, and shredding documents -- 100 gallons worth! After shredding, moving on to burning. I feel a little like Oliver North.
The beer development is big. I started drinking Carling in London since it was so cheap - water: 80pence, Carling: 55pence. After several months I came home and got stuck on PBR
I am well known for my elitest beer attitudes, and being from Portland, with its twenty-seven (27!!) breweries, there has never been too many excuses to drink shit beer.
I know, I know - PBR has its uses - like when you're at a show at Porky's; & Rainer is good for donating to the river god in Maupin while shooting down Oak Springs and Boxcar in an overloaded raft, BUT there are too many good ones out there to lose any more advantages. Besides, I'm pretty sure PBR was the only beer enter in the 1893 contest it took 'the blue' in.
In any case, my slipping habits have begun to create a real divide between my fellow cake-eaters. SO, it is this day, the twelfth day of September in the year of our lord, two thousand five, that I recommit myself to beers of the micro and Guiness tradition so determined by fate and all things decent. Here Here!
I spent the weekend watching ball games, drinking Alaskan Amber, and shredding documents -- 100 gallons worth! After shredding, moving on to burning. I feel a little like Oliver North.
The beer development is big. I started drinking Carling in London since it was so cheap - water: 80pence, Carling: 55pence. After several months I came home and got stuck on PBR
I am well known for my elitest beer attitudes, and being from Portland, with its twenty-seven (27!!) breweries, there has never been too many excuses to drink shit beer.
I know, I know - PBR has its uses - like when you're at a show at Porky's; & Rainer is good for donating to the river god in Maupin while shooting down Oak Springs and Boxcar in an overloaded raft, BUT there are too many good ones out there to lose any more advantages. Besides, I'm pretty sure PBR was the only beer enter in the 1893 contest it took 'the blue' in.
In any case, my slipping habits have begun to create a real divide between my fellow cake-eaters. SO, it is this day, the twelfth day of September in the year of our lord, two thousand five, that I recommit myself to beers of the micro and Guiness tradition so determined by fate and all things decent. Here Here!
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and you are forgetting the #1 use of PBR... Cheap dates!!!