A growler is a half-gallon bottle of beer. Used extensively here in Portland but seems to be an accepted term among homebrewers all over.
“Certainement!” said Pierre in a oui voice.
“Where are those pledges we told to run naked through campus?” said Tom hazily.
“Which species of songbird was that?” Tom tweeted.
“That was no mere songbird!” Tom crowed.
“I told you I could swallow a live duckling,” said Tom, down in the mouth.
“I’m not satisfied I’m done here in Tripoli Harbor. I’m going to capture the Barbary ruler himself!” said Lt. Stephen Decatur, seizing the Dey.
“Look…Jesus has returned!” said Mary, enraptured.
“Luuuucy…you better tell me what happened” said Ricky splenetically.
“That movie made my hair stand on end,” said Tom, shocked.
“I wish the newspaper would dump that hoary comic strip about the old lady who’s always meddling in others’ affairs” Tom said worthlessly.
“I just think these colors are really oversaturated,” said Tom tonelessly.
“I have my brothers to thank for this lovely jacket,” said Joseph, colorfully.
“I really did not enjoy that experience on Calvary one little bit”, said Jesus, crossly.
“I finally solved the problem of amplifying light by stimulating the emission of radiation!” said Tom, beaming.
“Bet you didn’t think I’d eat the rest of that radioactive gazelle carcass, the one the lions couldn’t finish!” said Tom, glowing with pride.
“I just finished the most fascinating book on Manifest Destiny,” Tom said expansively.
“That long letter isn’t worth the paper it’s written on” Tom said dismissively.
“We’ll need a new base of operations now that our old one has been overrun by the enemy” said Captain Wilton Parmenter effortlessly.
“If you incompetents don’t have OS X working properly by tomorrow, you’re all fired!” said Steve, with the patience of Job.