Mine's working. :shrug:

Rep. :clap:

No we wouldn't. Fat girls are gross. What a waste of a gift.

Yeah... I'll think I'll pass.

Yes, it is. Stouts have dark fruit flavors. Pale Ales and India Pale Ales have all kinds of citrus flavors going on.
Now, lambics are more fruit-centric than those, sure. But its a classic style of beer. Its Beligian. You can't argue with the Belgians when it comes to beer.

Lambics are most definitely more accurately called beer than, say, Coors Light.

But Coors Light is COLD. And ACTIVATED by COLD. cold

Dang. Just trying for some beer advocacy here.

If we're ever in the same place at the same time, some Planet function or something, I will buy some. I'm confident that you would enjoy it.

Arctic love-train COLD is the perfect temperature to mask the terrible rice and corn flavors mucking up what should be a clean lager yeast taste.

I hate Stouts and Porters. Heaviest I like is a Chocolate Bock. I don't even like adding lemon to my wheat beer or orange slices to my Blue Moon.

:(

Guess you really don't like fruit components in your beer then, heh. Or perhaps more accurately, you like lagers but not ales.

I like Ales, but I prefer Lagers.

The reason I hate you -- the reason, in my heart of hearts, why I hate you -- is because I didn't know any better when I was a little kid. When my dad came home smelling like beer, I thought it was a hard day's work he was doing. I didn't realize he was out at a bar. I didn't realize "work" meant "unemployment office." I didn't think it was strange for someone to come home and have to take an Old Style up into the shower, while he showered. I didn't think it was strange for somebody to pass out. I thought an Old Style, a pack a day, was the norm. My father is exactly like you. And since day one at ChiefsPlanet, where posting spirit is supposed to be revered, things aren't supposed to be this way! I'd shake your hand, but the thing is, I don't respect you! I hate you! I hate you for everything you've pissed away! Everything I've scrapped and clawed for that I haven't even earned yet; that you got handed to you and you flushed down the toilet! For what? For pills? For booze? For alcohol? For women? I'm born of your poison society. So, on the seventeenth of May, I will become a monster to fight the monsters of the world! Your time on ChiefsPlanet will be done. That is a promise. This is true! This is real! This is straight edge!

Well, Charles Montgomery Punk, I'll have you know that I detest getting drunk.

KEEP DRINKING! I HOPE YOU DIE!

Don't you put that evil on me, Ricky Bobby.