Comically, a revered microbrewery decided to make a Steel Reserve clone, but use upscale ingredients like a restaurants in the Heights would, of course. And so you have “Flaked Maize” instead of the surplus corn that built the malt liquor industry.
As a malt liquor, it scores more highly than any of the industry stalwarts, but still leans toward the sweet side of things, despite having reduced the fermented-corpse-in-dumpster undertaste that most malt liquors smuggle into the background.
You could do worse, but this one is not to my taste, since it is too sweet despite having enough alcohol to start fights in the aisle of a major airline (before the 737 goes down of its own accord, having been made by union and H-1B labor).
Tags: beer, eureka heights brewery, malt liquor
Have you ever try sodomizing malt liquour? Did it ever talk back to you? Told you it loved you?
What if the Irish were to take over the Fisting industry? You wouldn’t like that, would you?
There’s too many of us out there, just like in the movie Screamers 1995, who’s who right? At least your trolling is funny.
There can be only one, and I am the chosen.
Few are worthy to hold the title however.
Godamnit, I am the real fister of Godz, don’t you people see, you want to be me, because I’m the best!
I suppose if people are starting to impersonate me, then you know I’m doing something right. Bow before, I AM – the most beautiful woman forevermore!
“before the 737 goes down of its own accord, having been made by union and H-1B labor”
This is where I draw the line. These days airline pilots are more than capable of showing up to work drunk, and possibly even navigating with a vodka-soaked tampon shoved up their ass for a nice slow uptake of alcohol. Point being: let’s please not underestimate our guys, gals, and things in the sky. Systemic collapse takes a village.
That artwork is cute af. I’d drink it for that alone, I always judge a book by its cover with impudence.
Maybe it attracts nubile young boys. They love communion wine.
Do not mock me you asshole, youre speaking to the Moonthrone Princess here! I am Princess Morbucks, I decided what goes and what doesn’t!
I wouldn’t want to be seen with a beer can like this. Terminal stage of hipsterism.
You finish your drink, then another, then another, then stub out your cigar and spit on the floor, noticing the bits of snuff in your saliva, realizing that between the hangover, the extra weight this morning, and fucking your slut wife into sweet, stupid silence not more than an hour ago, you’ve forgotten to brush your teeth again.
You skulk to the bathroom, piss all over the seat, carve a swastika and “faggot” into the wall, and start reeling as the acid kicks in and you step back onto the main floor of this moronic brewery, ready to get back on the hog and hit the road to the trap house.
You pass by the two unfortunates again on your way out, and can’t help overhearing some of their conversation:
“I am a millennial hitting my 40s and I like to make stupid things even stupider by pretending (ironically)(?)(?)(I’m confused) that they are distinguished…the older I get the more this appeals to me…I am confused…my girlfriend won’t stop eating my stuff…I am still too scared to find out if I’m really gay or not.”
Read your book on puppy training and all I got was a dry and chewy flank of meat. Lazy piece of writing and even worse cooking instructions. I want my money back! Maybe yet another lousy beer review could help me feel better.
Unless Houston lives under a rock, there’s a ridiculous variety of drinks in the world to cover, but you have instead this weird fetish for hipstery drinks as if you’re trying to troll us.
Maybe it’s time to broaden the horizon… and failing that, the more ridiculous looking the artwork is, the more I am admittedly entertained, so I guess it’s a win either way whichever hole you decide to fist.
There’s a new Condor album.
I’m going to repeat again that the problem with Christianity is that the Augustinians and KJV translators butchered the Textus Receptus, which are essentially just Jewish texts, and slapped everything bad about Paganism on top, which are ideas I personally don’t believe in for one second, such as:
a) Immortality of the soul (you’re going to hell/heaven after death)
b) Rapture (the 5% good people are going up, and the 95% bad are going down)
c) The bad guy is as powerful as the good guy (dualism/gnosticism)
These are not Jewish concepts, but mostly Greek, and the blame for not letting these bad ideas die is on the Roman papacy and then perfected by the English clergymen from the 1600’s. The result is a psychotic, but cleverly devised modern abomination of fearmongering and neverending profiteering off that.
I’m going to say again, the Jews quintessentially do not believe in the unholy trinity mentioned above as to what made Christianity so awful… but the big question is of course, where do the Irish fit in? Well as you know they have a terrible hardon for Catholicism, which pretty started the mess, so enjoy that doggybone Brett for what its worth.
Sounds like you’ve got shit pretty sussed out.