Every once in a while I wonder what it must be like to be even a little bit introspective. Kinda sounds like it might suck.
UNLESS I GET OVERRULED I AM CLOSING THIS THREAD AT 12 PM MONDAY (GMT -5) BECAUSE COME ON THIS ISN'T NAM THERE ARE RULES HERE
Weyerbacher Quadruple Belgian. You want this. You need this. There's the right amount of sweat beading on the goblet because I drink this fucking beer out of a fucking goblet. $2 for this bottle, 11.8% ABV. Tastes like banana bread. Real light, not syrupy at all. Which is amazing for how potent it is. 'MURICANS be giving those damn, evil Belgians a run at their own game. Avery Reverend Quadruple is fucking exquisite. It's like lesbian porn in your mouth. Unless someone posts titties I'm going to talk beer all night.
The local booze store has a great selection of Belgian beer and I've been tempted to try another. If they have that kind I might have to try it.
I respect Belgians but I am not a Belgian beer guy. In my mind beer should taste like malts hops or barley or any combo of the three.
Belgians are purists. They use only one extra ingredient: candy sugar. Think rock candy. The different flavor profiles come from the bizarre yeast strains they use. Some of that shit is wild, literally wild. Cultivated over the years from wild strains literally snatched from the air. There's a style called Lambic that is made in old, shitty farmhouses. Open vat, cobwebs everywhere. They open ferment this stuff and let the natural yeast just floating around in the air ferment it. Very cool. Also tastes like old bread that was used to dry a wet dog.
Weyerbacher Quad has been a favorite of mine for a while. Free tip of the week: buy a six and put it away for a year. It ages astoundingly well, and will smooth out.
Just watched the Amazing Spider Man. I'm shocked at how average this film was. Love the cast, but the story was disappointing.
The pain from my tailbone has even rometly gone away. Nine more weeks of this shit? This is the reason God or Steve or whoever invented cannibis. It destroys so much of this rat-a-tat-tat.
I went to the liquor store without a plan. I left with blue curacao and triple sec. Which are the same thing? Fuck. Well, I am drinking my mistake tonight. 1 part pureed pineapple, 1 part shitty vodka, 1 part coconut milk, 1 part blue curacao. Oh well. At least the dudes can have screwdrivers or something. I have to be the dd because there are 2 birthdays tonight, so I gotta do my drinking now. I don't fucking know either.
I'm out with my ex and his wife and my other ex, who is my first ex's best friend. Ex's wifey has agreed not to judge me if I hook up with other ex. And the band is playing Bon Jovi to set the mood. Score!
But she can't close her mouth. And I don't mean that she needs to shut up. I mean that in almost every picture of her I've seen, she literally cannot close her mouth.