I know this isn't beer, but it's a good story nonetheless.
DNFTT! DNFTT! DNFTT!
"The funniest thing about this particular signature is that by the time you realize it doesn't say anything it's to late to stop reading it..."
You birds stick with the nasty beer swill. The whiskey is mine!
I have no enemies, but I'm intensely disliked by my friends.
Sheesh! GRRREAT! I'll stick with the barley/water/hops!
(We took a different route, not through Boston, so we didn't tour the Sam Adams brewery as we planned. And since we're supposed to have a blizzard tomorrow, we probably won't make it on this trip. But the liquor store is only a mile away, and I have 4WD...)