It's a Fucking Beer!

Holy fuck, this shit pours like fucking motor oil or those shits you get when you have internal bleeding, though with a smooth cappuccino-froth head. I drank about a fucking hectare of beer last night (including a growler of this year’s Old Jubilation, which is hell of tasty), so after a long, hard day of work, you know, drinking beer and watching football, I decided to grab a growler of Bell’s Expedition. Bam! No more hangover. Fucking best decision of my life. So smooth and sweet, like young titties that haven’t yet started going south for Winter. Now I don’t have to worry about going into a food coma from that goddamn pizza beside it.