Posts tagged: beer
“I wonder if others are banning Colorado beers from their Super Bowl parties,” wrote my friend, Jeff Jordan.
Conversation has ground to a halt?
Pose this question: What beer did your father drink when you were a kid?
Yes, I realize not all fathers drank beer. And I also am aware that some drank too much.
But I have found almost any answer to that question kick-starts a lagging conversation.
You just know Fred was a mean drunk.
Barney? Probably just got melancholy.
Men. Aren't they amusing?
If you were the wife here, what would you do? Crack open a frosty bottle of Schlitz using Mr. Wonderful's noggin as the opener? Leave all the groceries out and simply declare that Thanksgiving dinner is off?
“We'll be having beer this year.”
At least that's what this 1948 ad seems to suggest. All you need is some neighbors coming home with groceries. “Greetings, fellow hat wearer. I've never tasted mass produced lager before. May I come in your house and drink beer while your attractive young wife sizes up my real intentions?”
It resembles no human dwelling space I have seen.
A) No, that's from 1961 and I was 6 years old. B) Not if I had to drink Schlitz. C) Not really. I'm a straight woman. D) Yes. E) Other.
That guy doesn't look strong enough to hold the tray like that.
It involves beer and a friend of mine who grew up in Michigan.
But it's not really my news to announce. So I'll pipe down.
Maybe not. For one thing, the name summons allusions to professional basketball, not college. And secondly, the company went out of business ages ago. But I doubt if it was ever available around here anyway.
So what exactly is the point of this post? To show you a picture of a Knickerbocker.
That athletes thought about sex?
A serving suggestion.
Unless, of course, you just keep pounding them down.
You're supposed to strap the 264-ounce bottle of beer to your back.