Darth InSidious Posted February 18, 2009 Share Posted February 18, 2009 Psssh, American beer. Real men drink cider. And by that I mean real cider, not preprocessed stuff coming out of some inner-city brewery. I mean cider brewed on a farm in the middle of Devon and available for all of twenty miles around it*. But if you're too far away, then Dr. Johnson's advice will stand: Claret is the drink for boys, port for men, but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy. *Twenty standard miles, or three country miles. The distance will be marked on, say, road signs in the latter. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jrrtoken Posted February 18, 2009 Share Posted February 18, 2009 Psssh, American beer.If you mean the swill that is produced by Miller, Budweiser, and Coors, then yes, I must agree with you. However, the microbrewery revolution has arrived, and with it, a plethora of unique beers. Have you not tasted the glorious of nectar that is an IPA? Real men drink cider. And by that I mean real cider, not preprocessed stuff coming out of some inner-city brewery. I mean cider brewed on a farm in the middle of Devon and available for all of twenty miles around it*.Pfft, I can leave a tub of apple juice out in the air, and BAM, I have cider. Beer, on the other hand, is a delicate art, requiring the utmost skill and attention. *Twenty standard miles, or three country miles. The distance will be marked on, say, road signs in the latter.And they say that the American Standard is backwards. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Astor Posted February 18, 2009 Share Posted February 18, 2009 If you mean the swill that is produced by Miller, Budweiser, and Coors, then yes, I must agree with you. However, the microbrewery revolution has arrived, and with it, a plethora of unique beers. We've had those over in the UK for centuries. Except we tend to do it with a little less fuss, and sensible names. Anyone up for a glass of Nun's Water? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jae Onasi Posted February 18, 2009 Share Posted February 18, 2009 Those who aspire to be heroines shall drink nothing but the finest Jamaican 151 rum. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EnderWiggin Posted February 18, 2009 Share Posted February 18, 2009 Damn, I need Sam to get on here, so we can talk about some real alcohol: _EW_ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mav Posted February 18, 2009 Share Posted February 18, 2009 wine coolers ftw!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth InSidious Posted February 18, 2009 Share Posted February 18, 2009 If you mean the swill that is produced by Miller, Budweiser, and Coors, then yes, I must agree with you. However, the microbrewery revolution has arrived, and with it, a plethora of unique beers. Have you not tasted the glorious of nectar that is an IPA? Urgh, IPA. Almost as bad as the gnat's piss you listed above. Pfft, I can leave a tub of apple juice out in the air, and BAM, I have cider. Beer, on the other hand, is a delicate art, requiring the utmost skill and attention. Pish. What you've got is rotten apple juice - and real cider uses the apples, not just the juice. This we call 'scrumpy'. It is generally advisable not to consume more than two pints, and on no account to drink on top of beer. Failure to follow these simple rubrics can lead to ruin. And they say that the American Standard is backwards. Bah, you're just jealous of our cultural superiority. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mur'phon Posted February 18, 2009 Share Posted February 18, 2009 What is this alcohol everyone talks about? I only see the one EW posted (the Sir has an excelent taste in vodka, though I usually drink local specialities) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
igyman Posted February 18, 2009 Share Posted February 18, 2009 I won't be having you talk alcohol and not mention tequila. That would be soooo wrong. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
adamqd Posted February 18, 2009 Share Posted February 18, 2009 My Tipple, and the depressed housewives favorite... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jrrtoken Posted February 19, 2009 Share Posted February 19, 2009 Urgh, IPA. Almost as bad as the gnat's piss you listed above. *drops monocle in tea* You dare defile the elegance that is of the glory of the hops? The bold, bitter essence of the sacred herb! I am demand satisfaction. Pish. What you've got is rotten apple juice - and real cider uses the apples, not just the juice. This we call 'scrumpy'. Well, at least you don't leave the worm in the bottle. Bah, you're just jealous of our cultural superiority. Might I remind you that we made the hogshead equal to 63 gallons, whilst your "Imperial" system puts the hogshead at 52.5 gallons. You and your coveted half-gallon can sod off. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Det. Bart Lasiter Posted February 19, 2009 Share Posted February 19, 2009 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pho3nix Posted February 19, 2009 Share Posted February 19, 2009 I need to get one of those. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GeneralPloKoon Posted February 19, 2009 Share Posted February 19, 2009 Are you my Mummy? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth InSidious Posted February 19, 2009 Share Posted February 19, 2009 Are you my Mummy? No. Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And floundering like a man in fire or lime. Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in. And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EnderWiggin Posted February 19, 2009 Share Posted February 19, 2009 What is this alcohol everyone talks about? I only see the one EW posted (the Sir has an excelent taste in vodka' date=' though I usually drink local specialities)[/quote'] Thank you, kind sir _EW_ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darth333 Posted February 19, 2009 Share Posted February 19, 2009 To Darth333, Administraterror and High Dark Lady of the Sith is granted the poƒition, entitlement and rank of Despotic Tetrarch, Lord Prefident of His Majeƒty's Most Honourable Privy Council, Petit Gateau Moelleux Herald, Grand Dame Commander of the Most Supreme, Ancient, Noble and Thoroughly Not Made Up On A Whim Order of the Golden Cog of Modding Of Holowan, Chief Mistress of Ceremonies, Interrex, Grand Marshal of the Crown, Castellan and Minister for Pianos and Definitely-Not-Poisoned Apples, and the stipendiary incomes thereby gained. I'll never remember all that... Well...I'm going to live up to my reputation (whatever it is) and end this off-topic beer & spam fest... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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