Today, I got an envelope in the mail from Guinness. The beer company. They sent me a little reminder that St. Patty’s Day is coming up (it featured the guys from the commercial. The one where they run downstairs like it’s Christmas, only their presents are nothing but Guinness). Consequently, I couldn’t leave the store without buying a six pack ("Not drinking 6 beers at the same time? BRILLIANT!). As of now, I’m sitting here, sipping tasty, cold Guinness from a stein that says “I spent my reward on ale and whores.” Nothin’ like it…
And advertising works.
I had one during my trip to Europe, I drank the entire glass and boy, it was gross! I’m sorry, I know it’s an aquired taste but DAY-UM! Ewww. I’m surprised I drank the whole thing without puking. I don’t mean to taint the holy, all-mighty Guinness thread you started but it’s not a taste I enjoyed. I salute you for your strength, man. And that’s a cool stein!
You know what else there’s nothing like?
A dame!
Nothing in the world!
::bursts into song::
::is escorted from thread::
I haven’t met any woman who can bear Guinness…
cue the Doper women to come in with “I love Guinness!”
Guinness is proof that beer is food.
I agree, I felt as if I was chewing it. Bitter, burnt, and thick.
Ah, yes, and then there’s the Extra Stout. Whilst regular Guinness requires a fork, the Stout requires a knife, too!