Because I could really go for one right now...
...and I'm unable to at the moment.
Here's Homer Simpson's beer song:
DOUGH, the stuff, that buys me beer;
RAY, the guy that sells me beer;
ME, the one, who drinks the beer;
FA, a long run 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 in empty glass) D'OH!
Here's Homer Simpson's beer song:
DOUGH, the stuff, that buys me beer;
RAY, the guy that sells me beer;
ME, the one, who drinks the beer;
FA, a long run 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 in empty glass) D'OH!
posted by Wonderdog | 3:24 PM | Permalink
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5 Comments:
You're making me thirsty, Wonderdog.
I really don't get the love of beer by so many men and women. I mean, I know it's an acquired tast and all, but beer is just so...oh, how shall I say it...it's like drinking A** water! Really.
And there are so many better drinks out there, it just seems so wrong to crave a beer. Though, I have to admit that I have missed drinking a glass of wine every now and then these past eight months.
But wine, oh beloved wine. Just a few more weeks....
Scotty, you must be drinking bad beer. Bad beer must be ice cold, to numb the taste buds. But a good, rich beer is just... awesome. In my younger days, I would, on occassion, pour beer (or, if I was driving, ginger ale) in a champagne glass to hide my proletarian taste at a fancy soiree. (It was the age of Yuppies, you know.)
CIV, Scotty's exposure to beer is relegated to my occasionally forcing her to sip my glass and trust me, it's first rate beer. How can she not appreciate the deep, rich flavor of "Old Milwaukee"?
I'm not sure I'd like a beer that a dog has been in first.
Today's WSJ has a front page article on beer: For This Inventor, The Perfect Beer Is All About the Tap
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