You drink shit?
Sorry, couldn’t resist.
I want to Pitt Sam Adams for advertising that they are worth going 1000s of miles to a special beer pub and ordering, when someone could go to Schlomey’s bar and grill and get the same. Saying you went 1000s of miles to a high end pub just to order a low class beer is nothing to Brad about.
Whenever I go to the Brickskeller (bar in DC - something like 500 beers available), I worry that someone from Denmark will look at the beer I’m drinking and say something like “you know, in Denmark, we use that to wash our livestock.” (Off-topic, but thought I’d share.)
I’m a Killian’s drinker.
I think Killian’s is so good that one time while I was at a bar, I unzipped my fly and started pissing into my beer bottle. The girl next to me says, “What the hell are you doing?”
I said, “This shit’s so good, I’m going to drink it again.”
:dubious:
It’s ok, I figured someone was going to call me on that. 
FTR I’ve drank Crazy Horse before, which is as close to shit as you can get.
Well, those people at the Sam Adams Brewing Company are no fun at all. I tried to go to their site to see if they had pictures of said lady on it, and the welcome page required me to enter my birthdate to make sure I was over 21, or under 21 and able to do basic math. Exactly how they’re covering their asses there, I’m not sure.
Anyway, to make really sure I was old enough to enter the site, I put in a birth year of 1827. That didn’t pass. I can’t imagine why. 177 year old people can’t drink? I then tried 1467. That didn’t go over, either. Now they’ve blocked my IP and I can’t get into the site even if I put in my correct birthdate.
And yet… somehow… life goes on.
Why? I did a stint as a file clerk where i had a full hour of lunch, and I dont know about anybody else, but a single glass of beer or wine with lunch doesnt appreciably affect my ability to alphabetize…
Drinking in moderation is not the problem, it is when people go out and get hammered at lunch with half a dozen beers or a couple martinis…and there are a lot of jobs where a single beer or wine isn’t going to mean didly squat. Hell, I am more nervous over people on OTC allergy meds who are whacked out on antihistamines…I have seen people with the drowsies working in a warehouse and working with different chemicals [I directly saw someone spill 1,1,1-trichhlor one afternoon, about 30 *gallons* before noticing he was overfilling the drum…]
I’ll bet that if you find their cookie and delete it, you will be able to have yet more fun with dates. And your life will be fulfilled. by the way, Sam Adams was born in 1722.
Dude that’s fucking hysterical.
So, FH, how YOU doin’? 
I drank a French beer once. Can’t remember the name, though. It literally tasted like puke.
My English friend said, “Two rules: never drink a French beer and never drink an English wine.”
They can if you drink enough Sam Adams…
Actually that’s right, I had something worse then Crazy Horse. A few years back I was in Paris, and I bought a can of something called “Maximator”, some really bad malt liquor. I think after I chugged it I stood there in the street and stared at a wall for about an hour. A little while later, the trance wore off. Holy shit that was some wild stuff.
Married, thanks. 
My husband says he’s lucky to have me, not the least of which because I brew beer for him.
I once had a girlfriend who made me brownies… but now that seems pale and tiny in comparison.
Ever considered brewing a “Straight Dope” brand label brew for the rest of us shut-outs?
Literally? Since I doubt you’re familiar with other people’s vomit, I’m going to assume you’re referring to your own – it tastes like beer?
You should really cut back on drinking.
[E. Blackadder]
Who would that be? Pitt the embryo? Pitt the glint in the milkman’s eye?
[/E.B.]
Heh, I can’t help thinking how Mr. Tate in “Bewitched” used to have a fully stocked bar IN HIS OFFICE!
Man if only I could have been born ten years earlier…
PussyCow, why don’t you try some Samuel Jackson beer?
“Mmm mmm, bitch!”
“Yes they deserved to die, and I hope they burn in hell!”
Sorry.
That was my thought. Why bother going there to have the same thing you drink at home? It’s like going to Italy and eating at McDonald’s.
Last I saw the commercial, I didn’t think the blonde looked impressed. I thought she looked like she was thinking what I was thinking.