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perfect for a summer day, and also perfect after a forgettable, amateurish, unsuccessful attempt to car-jack your Uncle Morti's engineless AMC Pacer - way to go, Einstein
it's like that old saying, "He who can, does; he who cannot, drinks," and if that is your situation, then drown your incompetence in a Ballast Point IPA - mediocrities, I absolve you
ain't nuthin' better after a turkey shoot or a rabbit hunt than a quaffable brew, some tall tales, a few rollicking aggrandizements, and a half-dozen uproarious limericks
this is an ale with foolproof flavor, hilarious charisma, and off-center derring-do, so don't try to pull a fast one on this gritty, hulk-forward, streetwise IPA with moxie
yes, be the life of the party, you closet, low-strung extrovert! 7.0 ABV promises near-mythological advancements in courage, inappropriateness and infelicitous boisterousness - if that
a sturdy IPA brewed to fuel the long jam session - play 'til your fingers bleed and enjoy rugged taste, a stompin' mouthfeel, and a rock-solid aftertaste
may the Schwartz be with you Duke Flyswatter - just try to keep up with plutonian malts and martian rye found in this liquid Dark Matter
go west young squire, follow your compass to Calimost, in which sweet'n'sour spars with the coastal sunshine of a spotless mind
both mysterious and practical, this turn-of-the-last-century prescription for a yeasty good time is as spirited as a jet-black thoroughbred pawing the earth
Confucius might have said, "Beer is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated." - a dingle mingle of Kolsch, Gose, Weiss doused in a pucker-inducing fruit cornucopia
our brewer, who art busy crafting, hallowed be thy hops - here hops are elevated (some might say 'exalted') to divine, beatific status - an almost ecclesiastical IPA
a passing, gratifying, citrusy sensation at the swallow, with steel cut oats separating it from those other beverages using copper cut, iron cut, or nickel cut oats
don't be ranked & filed, don't be flanked & riled, don't be spanked & beguiled - just drink a Pabst APA, the ale without airs which aims to make La Crosse great again
conquer throat parchness and save the world's fish population at the same time with this piscine quencher dripping in hoppy scaliness
a veritable cowpuncher's rapture - graphically zesty, and adroitly on the spot. The next best thing to pocket aces
when you miss the droll self loathing that you lost and cannot find, or when wallowing in the memories of burnt opportunites, you need a go-to stout. Fade To Black understands you
my uncle wanted to be a riverkeeper, but failed the entrance exam - he loved his easy-drinkin' wit as well, and grew misty-eyed after a half-dozen pints when thinking back on opportunities lost
a toast to August college football Saturdays - please hoist a rind, a HoHW, and salute obstinate innovation, crisp renovation, and the forward pass... all in one go
Chicago residents in the '70s remember "Creature Features" ('blood runs cold') - that creature may have had a hand in scratching out the graphics for this tall boy filled with perky lager
the liquid and alcoholic version of a quizzical blend of Dr. Seuss' "Hops on Pop", and Buffy's living hell of a day chasing and staking the preppy undead in Shrewsbury, Mass.
to misquote the Eagles' Glen Frey - there's a new kilt in town. A nutty professor of an ale, the unruffled, debonair ruby color exudes more magic than a Harry Potter film festival
do you enjoy robbing stagecoaches? Well then, pardner, saddle up Trigger and do it in a more melodious, harmonic and politically correct way fueled by a coffee ale that takes no prisoners
there was ever never not never a better ale brewed for a "Fatal Attraction" viewing party (pair with fresh rabbit) - get crazy with this craft - you will not be ignored
this black stout made with Scottish triple malts flouts convention, offering outrageously smooth flavor, infectious, criss-crossed chocolate notes, and a larger-than-life tartan mouthfeel
a standout among farmhouse ales brewed with French yeast - an openhanded, yet philanthropic liquid refreshment with a compassionate character
for those never actually lacerated by a big cat from the sub-continent, now you can experience all the fun in a liquid form - stern, brooding and gobs o' good times
a disruptive tropical IPA, ideal for your next free-for-all or near-riot - forget the brass knuckles, don't start the rumble without a 4-pack of Trickster at your side
a favorite among sabre-wielding hot-to-trot billy goats of the third kind, it may stimulate a little of the latent debauchee in all of us, and help stave off scurvy as well
flabby, goaty and gassy - no sir! Not the Avaiaor Tripel. An upstanding, do-gooder of an ale, well-positioned to fight insomnia with a flavorful flare-up of taste
notes on strategy - leave out the membership club sugar wafers for old St. Nick, and keep this gingery Imperial Oatmeal Stout with its furry finish for yourself as your power through assembling yet another 'no assembly required' gift
remember Mortie, the charitably doughy fifth-grader always looking at his shoes in right field? No? After two pints of milk stout, you'll 'friend' him - pinky promise
shoots from the hip, are you a hipster? Nonetheless filled with elephantine taste; sympathetic, yet promiscuously attitudinal
you say Oktoberfest, I say OctoberFest... what's in a word? Rock the Orange with crosscut roastiness and malty hyperbole
the scuttlebutt overheard at the after-party is that you've got essentially lemon soda spunked up with beer you can drink midstream - envious taste and reckless citrus suggestions round out the blend
hop-forward IPAs give purpose to dream-laden lives, stimulating imagination, and magnetically attracting people, places and events to the drinker
banking on the 8.0 ABV delivering a punch-in-the-mouthfeel, Plank Road offers hypergravity in a two-for can - get the Edge, go over the Edge, join the Cutting Edge
catlike, bona fide and upstanding - this single hop with the ginger goddess pours fresh, smells chic and satisfies on first crack
inspirational hops and loads o' fruits form this noteworthy, award-winning stinger - lending class and a touch of manners to your high life and raucous carryings-on
when you're short two pairs of boots, the last place you'd look is on your irreproachable milk cow - she's probably slurped up your last can of ale too - a disruptive coffee/mocha explosion
at 24 ounces, you'll get nearly two full beers in a single can (muy bien!), however don't lollygag when imbibing as warming has been known to occur
a bald-eagle favorite - the biggest, bluest can yet manufactured - double sized for your unequaled liquid merriment and diversion
the caliber of a person's life is in unswerving proportion to their commitment to Bud Light, regardless of the team they follow - despite that, go Panthers
a Southwest-inspired IPL with a flair for the dramatic, as scrappy, late addition hops contribute to unexpected unpredictability, and may cause your shot at the noose to go awry - uneasy bravado and rough-and-tumble bitterness round out this lager
one could paraphrase Friedrich Nietzsche, "There is always some madness in love of beer. But there is also always some reason in madness”
recommended by three out of four sheep-lovin' bunkmates, this drinkable, medal-winnin' black lager ironically helps to you to unfollow the trends, and break from the mindless flock - Facebook just lost another loser... er, user
fun fact class, a weet-weet is an Aboriginal throwing weapon. However, throwing a Sweet Action is a waste of ale, and conking an Aborigine is no way to build bridges
at 24 ounces, you'll get nearly two full beers in a single can (muy bien!), however don't lollygag when imbibing as warming has been known to occur
monkey see, monkey do, right Cornelius? Let Dr. Zaius obsess with the Forbidden Zone while you bask in the hop aromas of this wayward, yet spunky IPA
favored by Jay Gatsby, Jordan Baker, Nick Carraway and Daisy Buchanan, it's almost a chick flick in a recyclable can - don't forget the tissues
develop a rapport with the style of beer that nearly made Cologne, Germany famous and forget about your ungrateful brood of ne'er-do-wells, layabouts, wannabes and never-wills