Posted by: monkey!
« on: October 16, 2007, 11:10:57 AM »I don't know. I've been able to stomach a lot of things in my day but Sam Adams has never been enjoyable for me.
Hur hur hur.
If I didn't know you were talking about beer.
Hur hur hur.
If I didn't know you were talking about beer.
Posted by: Matt
« on: October 15, 2007, 07:30:35 PM »I don't know. I've been able to stomach a lot of things in my day but Sam Adams has never been enjoyable for me.
Posted by: RottingCorpse
« on: October 15, 2007, 04:10:10 PM »Most of the time, I hate Sam Adams too. However, their current Oktoberfest brew isn't too bad, and all the cheap bars seem to have it.
Posted by: nacho
« on: October 15, 2007, 12:26:42 PM »So, wait, you can stomach poison water mass produced shit beer while going around saying Sam Adams is the worst ever?
I'm not defending Sam Adams. I agree, it's not good beer. But it's about a million miles better than the Great Evils -- Bud, Miller, and Coors.
I'm not defending Sam Adams. I agree, it's not good beer. But it's about a million miles better than the Great Evils -- Bud, Miller, and Coors.
Posted by: monkey!
« on: October 13, 2007, 08:12:48 AM »You know what's good?
Guinness.
Guinness.
Posted by: Matt
« on: October 13, 2007, 03:14:01 AM »I should amend that. Miller is pretty goddamn terrible. Budweiser is the cheapest beer I can stomach. And as I've said before, Pabst is finding a soft, warm place in my heart.
Posted by: Matt
« on: October 13, 2007, 03:13:12 AM »It's the worst fucking beer ever. Just utter shit.
Posted by: monkey!
« on: October 10, 2007, 12:34:30 PM »Dirty.
Posted by: nacho
« on: October 10, 2007, 12:09:11 PM »You can blame him for the American Revolution, and events leading up to it. Currently, he's a vampire and beer brewer.
Posted by: monkey!
« on: October 10, 2007, 10:36:11 AM »Who is Sam Adams?
Posted by: nacho
« on: October 09, 2007, 08:09:44 AM »This came up on Sunday...what's wrong with Sam Adams?
Posted by: Matt
« on: October 09, 2007, 01:02:34 AM »I've said it before and I will say it again. Fuck Sam Adams and EVERYTHING they've ever made. Fuck Sam Adams.
Posted by: monkey!
« on: October 04, 2007, 05:25:58 AM »If that blonde is Elisha Cuthbert's twin, that blonde got ALL the good looking genes.
And the titties genes. I love her. And them.
And the titties genes. I love her. And them.
Posted by: Tatertots
« on: October 04, 2007, 01:03:48 AM »This one!
Posted by: nacho
« on: October 03, 2007, 09:52:36 PM »Elisha Cuthbert's twin?
So I went to Cafe Berlin, where a girl who looks like Pagan Kennedy looked in the early 90's when I was first turned on to her was my waitress. She's all "Oktoberfest Spaten!!!" And I'm all "Yeah, a liter glass please." So out it comes. And so I talk SFWP shit with the SFWP Development Editor -- a job that would have been Blue's, if she wasn't such a fucknut -- and we're three liters of Spaten each before the waitress goes, so, are you guys in for the long haul? I go, why, is there a discount? She gives me a look, like, oh, one of those. And that's when she returns with the bill a few minutes later. So we pay up and stumble arm and arm to the bar in Union Station where we each have a Sam Adams Octoberfest, which is, like, drinking cum after drinking good beer. Then I take the long Metro ride home where Fajwat has left the front door to the apartment open for the fourth fucking time in two weeks. Lovely. I burst in and announce that I'm going to rape him, call Cassander, and now I'm listening to flutes.
My Story, by Andrew Gifford.
So I went to Cafe Berlin, where a girl who looks like Pagan Kennedy looked in the early 90's when I was first turned on to her was my waitress. She's all "Oktoberfest Spaten!!!" And I'm all "Yeah, a liter glass please." So out it comes. And so I talk SFWP shit with the SFWP Development Editor -- a job that would have been Blue's, if she wasn't such a fucknut -- and we're three liters of Spaten each before the waitress goes, so, are you guys in for the long haul? I go, why, is there a discount? She gives me a look, like, oh, one of those. And that's when she returns with the bill a few minutes later. So we pay up and stumble arm and arm to the bar in Union Station where we each have a Sam Adams Octoberfest, which is, like, drinking cum after drinking good beer. Then I take the long Metro ride home where Fajwat has left the front door to the apartment open for the fourth fucking time in two weeks. Lovely. I burst in and announce that I'm going to rape him, call Cassander, and now I'm listening to flutes.
My Story, by Andrew Gifford.