Euphoria

This fucking beer is good.  It’s Euphoria from Ska Brewing out of Durango, CO.  It’s a Winter Pale – whatever the fuck that means.  Alls I know is this juice is worth the squeeze.  Happy Saturday fucker readers!

Trolling the trolls.

This is what happens when I’m drunk on a Friday night.

 

Itsnotafuckingbeer, itsafuckingfilm!

Rather yet, a series. Those who know me know that I’m a filmmaker. And I drink while filming. Instant fucking steadycam, no fucking shit.

Well, I’ve got a new project you should check out:

It’s pretty awesome, so if you’re not lame you should toss me a few bucks.

Oh my God, a new fucking design! (in progress…)

 

Westbrook Mexican Cake

Holy fuck, I nearly had to stroke my beerboner when I read the label on this bad boy. Imperial? Sign me up. Stout? Even fucking better. But what the fuck is this cinnamon shit? And vanilla? Cocoa? Got me a little wet. Then I got to the part where it said “habanero.” Sploosh.

Mexican Standoff. I fucking win.

Goddamn, this is a heavy-ass stout. And goddamn if it ain’t sweet as fuck right up front, followed by a little cinnamon bite and after the third sip or so you get the fucking habanero burn. After a few more fucking sips, the vanilla and cocoa nibs come through and my beerection subsists. I’m starting to lose blood from my brain due to this thing. I may have to see a doctor. This priapism gonna kill me.

What would Jesus drink? This fucking beer.