As arbiter of good taste in our group of friends, Mark has been introducing me…
Fall on your knees! Oh, beer, the angel beverage. Oh suds divine!
Just because this year stinks doesn’t mean that EVERYTHING stinks. Just ALMOST everything stinks.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree.
Please have some beer beneath thee.
What good is a blog if you can’t use it as an instrument of spite.
Well, the weather stoutside is frightful. But a beer sure sounds delightful.
It only took two installments of this series to find a band full of white guys who have a song where the chorus is just a racial slur repeated a bunch of times.
Hark now beer, the angels sing! Brew king’s born today!
Ale be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.
