I friggin' love beer.

I just love it.

All of it. While I appreciate some beer more than others, there really isn’t a beer I don’t like.

I love beer in the morning with eggs.

I love it at lunch.

I love beer at supper.

I love beer before going to bed at night.

I love beer watching TV. I love beer listening to the radio. I love beer sitting on my porch. I love beer driving in my car (but you need to be careful with this). I love beer reading the paper.

I love to finish only half my beer, leave it sitting out all night and drink the remaining warm, stale half before I brush my teeth in the morning.

I love to stuff it in a chicken’s butt and cook him. I love to pour it in a pot with lamb and onions and watch it foam up when I make chili.

I love to submerged it in ice water as the best method of cooling it. I love fishing through a cooler to find which beer I want the most. I love getting it out of the fridge. I love using a bottle opener on it. I love twisting caps off. I love popping the top of cans.

I love twisting the cap off a 40 and pouring it into a frosty glass.

I love getting it on tap in a bar. I love getting a bottle in a bar.

I love the word “BEER”.

There’s nothing about beer I don’t love.

Last night I decided not to have a beer before bed because I’m trying to cut back a little, and I’ve been sitting at work all day feeling bad for the beer in my fridge. . . like I forgot to kiss my wife goodbye or something.

This thread is my way of making it up to beer.

Sorry, beer.

Aw, man…that was beautiful!

:: standing ovation ::

That brought a tear to my eye. Have I got a song for you.

*In some of my songs I have casually mentioned
The fact that I like to drink beer
This little song is more to the point
Roll out the barrel and lend me your ears

I like beer. it makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer. it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow (makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey’s too rough, champagne costs too much, vodka puts my mouth in gear
This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact I like beer
(he likes beer)
Tom T. Hall

If the ocean was beer
And I was a duck
I’d swim to the bottom
And never come up.

All glory to beer.

To bad I can’t embed the Hypno Toad sound with this post.

But I love this 19th-century music-hall song:

I, too, love beer. Whether I’m downing something pricey from some European hamlet with a name that I couldn’t ever hope to pronounce, or if I’m sitting in a back alley downing a forty of Mickey’s, it’s all tasty. Heineken (fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!), Modelo, Rolling Rock, Newcastle, Arrogant Bastard, Sierra Nevada…

I love the feeling of massive glugs of beer travelling down my throat. I love upending a half-finished forty and leaving the bottle empty, completely drained, in one massive chug. I love clinking bottles. I love the way my buddy Flip pops beers open with the bottom of his lighter. I love smoking a stogie and tipping back a cold one.

Yeah. Beer good.

Polka standard

In heaven, there is no beer
that’s why we drink it here
And are gone from here
Our friends will be drinkin’ all our beer

dang. I left out the “we’re” from “And when we are gone from here”

Beer fights cancer!

(OK, non-alcoholic beer, so far. In mice. Shut up and let me celebrate.)

I love beer so much, I brew it at home. :slight_smile:

Well, I was going to write some really great stuff about beer, but I think I will just go have one instead.

In the immortal words of Benjamin Franklin…“Beer is living proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.”

Beer, ale, braggot, small beer, gruits, groaning ale, ambers, IPAs…join us brethren and sistren in the joy of John Barleycorn.
<wanders off humming, Of hop a little quantity, And Barm to it they bring too;
Being barrell’d up, they call’t a cup Of dainty good old stingo
. >

The only thing better than beer is…


If the ocean was whiskey
And I was a duck
I’d dive to the bottom
And drink my way up

  • (“Rye Whiskey” - Traditional - as sung by Gid Tanner and the Skillet Lickers c. 1927)

But yeah, Id rather have beer, too.

DO RE MI DRINK, by Homer J. Simpson.
ahem La la la la… ahem

DO… the stuff… that buys me beer…
RAY… the guy that sells me beer…
ME… the guy… who drinks the beer,
FAR… a long way to get beer…
SO… I’ll have another beer…
LA… I’ll have another beer…
TEA… no thanks, I’m drinking beer…
That will bring us back to…
(Looks into an empty glass)

Beer. hmmmmmmmm. beer.

Stella Artois, Becks, St. Pauli, Grolsch, Guiness, Harp, Bass, Newcastle…

“Beer is living proof that God loves us, and wants us to be happy”

B. Franklin

There’s a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around 'em
In a big canoe

Big Rock Candy Mountain

Mmmmm … beer. At least my love for you will never die! --Homer

Beer. Helping ugly people have sex for over a hundred years.

I’m like a chocaholic but with booze.

:slight_smile: :slight_smile: :slight_smile:

I’m partial to Fat Tire these days. A lovely medium ale. It’s brewed here in Colorado. Can you guys get it? I’ve seen it for sale in Missouri. I even got my cousin hooked on it.

“Ah one Bourbon, one Scotch, and one beyahhhh!”

Screw that, just give me the beer!

I’ll take Loopydude’s bourbon and scotch! :smiley:

“Beer: the cause of and solution to all of life’s problems.”

From, once again, the immortal Homer Simpson

A 4000-year-old Sumerian poem about BEER. You know the shit be good.