The winners remain:
Spire's Cider, straight up, in a 22 oz bottle, no pour, deep throat it
PBR or Pabst Blue Ribbon for the uninitiate. At .89 a tall can and co-operatively owned (I hearsay) you can slam it sound and slap it on the ass with no backtalk.
And I would be remiss if I did not give a nod to my dead brother's favorite, Fat Tire. I only like it when I drink it on his anniversary, or as a PBR chaser.
Long live working-class trash!! Hand over that Bud Light with Lime!
1 comment:
hahaha ! You go
Lise
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