I blog, and I use that term loosely, about beer a lot.
Well, not really about beer. Not a thoughtful review on how blue my mountain was or the suggestion by the Hooper's waitress Monday night to avoid the beer that tasted like a "hoppy Budweiser" and have their other seasonal which was quite tasty though I can't remember the name.
Not even commentary on how really PBR is quite acceptable. Particularly for $1.25.
Nor how I used to not dig the lemon in a Boulevard Wheat, because I've never liked to adulterate my beer with weird stuff like fruit. But it's really good that way and more importantly, everyone else does it.
Mostly I just make random statements on how I wish I had a beer.
No wonder I can't shake a couple pounds to get back to my fighting weight.
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hehe! Fighting weight. I like that. I am stuck at my linebacker weight. Not my fighting weight. I want cheetos.
Cheetos nasty.
PBR is quite acceptable... and you can get drunk on it for under 10 bucks :)
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