Summertime and the beerin’ easy.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree.
Please have some beer beneath thee.
Hark now beer, the angels sing! Brew king’s born today!
Look, sometimes we drink to escape reality. In this case, I drink to pretend it is actually summer.
On our 100th post, we’re taking a look back at a job… well, done.
You’re gonna fly away, glad you’re goin’ my way
I love it when we’re Cruisin’ together.