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.
Please enjoy this post that I began drafting in 2017 and never got around to finishing!
So get in the pit and try to love some… bad bands?
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.
