We wished you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Beer.
Fall on your knees! Oh, beer, the angel beverage. Oh suds divine!
I listened to these so that you wouldn’t have to. Please don’t point out that I also didn’t have to.
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.
Well, the weather stoutside is frightful. But a beer sure sounds delightful.
Hark now beer, the angels sing! Brew king’s born today!
Ale be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.
All I want for Christmas is you (if you are a beer).
If I keep saying that Dadcore is a thing and that it is punk and cool, it will eventually become true.