I finally found a hops and barley refreshment (i.e. beer - not Grape Nuts puree') that best describes the little voice that's in my head. You know that voice - don't ya? It's the one that they talk about in The Secret and on Dr. Phil. Well anyway - keep in mind that I am about as down-to-earth as anyone on the planet. Heck, maybe even more so (that might explain my resume - c'mon the power of The Secret). But every so often, that damn little voice screams loudly, and this time it was thirsty. Very thirsty. And irritable.
Enter beer. This beer. An ale, actually. Arrogant Bastard Ale.
It certainly has bite. And taste. It's a beer that's refreshing (much like a Mentos - but with emphasis on the BUZZ). Even satisfying. The woman in my life laughed at the bottle, took a sip and proclaimed "GOOD BEER." Such proclamations are usually left to Vikings, Germans and self-proclaimed Weekend Warriors. This time a blonde can claim that statement. And a Southern blonde at that.
By this time, I was tempted to let my cat Booger sip it since he did jump up on the table and gave it a hefty sniff). But then those animal activists and anti-Michael Vick bloggers would have had quite the field day. So I took the glass away. And (hopefully) rightfully so!
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