* The President picks Bud Lite! Uh, lame, and not even American. Poor, poor choice and a beer that is to actual beer as Cracker Barrel is to Southern eating. Taste like cardboard cut with gas station toys (sad, sad, nothing sadder than a toy bought at a gas station), cut with shuffling feet/legs. I thought Obama was supposed to be cool. I mean even Hillary shot some bourbon during the campaign. Oh well, dropped ball, sir, dropped ball.
I am depressed now.
* The cop picks…Blue fucking Moon? A Coors beer pretending to be a micro-brew, a beer of bad faith. Did you bring your little orange slice too, copper? Oh, and BTW, the Coors family are right wing republicans. Nice choice, dude, real smart. This cannot possibly be a cop’s beer of choice. Was he paid by Coors?
I have known only one cop I drank with regularly and he would walk into the bar, order two bottles of Sam Adams and a shot of vodka. He would shoot the vodka, slam one bottle of Sam Adams, then turn to me with the other in his hand and say, “OK, now I’m officially off duty.”
* The professor picks Red Stripe! I’m going to call this a decent choice, so much better than the others and the 4.7% alcohol content is respectful enough. Still an overall lame-ish beer, but it is summer, so I’m giving a pass here. Note how his beer in the glass looks like an actual fucking beer. He basically schooled the other chumps, as far as beer goes.
(UDATE! Whoa, I have now been informed the prof actually drank a Sam Adams Light. OK, well, I guess I’ll say too bad it’s a light beer, but this beer actually does taste OK, for a light beer. Man, well. Red Stripe would have been a better choice, dude.)
* Biden went ape-shit nuts. Non-alcoholic beer? Hello Alice. Can we get a bib for Biden over here? Yo Biden, where’s your drink umbrella, sir. Not even worth commenting on. Seriously. I mean if he drank ONE ACTUAL BEER was he going to go on a bender and throw the table and chairs into the pool. Come on, Joe!
This is how we roll!
Bud lite my ass. We call this beer, sir.
Ok, whoa, whoa, Hillary. We get it: you’re one of us, but slow-it-down. Can Biden get this lady an O’Doul’s?
I just ran 14 miles and now my ass, R hamstring, L foot and ankle, inner thighs (slight chafing), and forehead hurts. (The forehead is residue from last night; I was playing tag/Hide N seek variation and hid beneath a Nissan and then hit my head on an oil pan in the process.)
I then ate huge nachos like wigleaf.
The new wigleaf is out and glowing!
I am going to read now.
I am going to be the new head editor of The Broken Plate in just a few days. I am nervous and excited.
Much more on this later.