On tap.
At my roommates’ friends’ coffee shop.
And it was better than I remember it being… oh… so so so good. :)
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Strongbow?
Seriously?
SERIOUSLY?
That shit is awful. Undrinkable. And this is coming from someone who’s drunk cough syrup to get high. And not the good stuff, not the name brand stuff. I’m talking about the generic stuff. The awful “god I hope I don’t puke a kidney into my bathtub” stuff. Strongbow is worse than that. Strongbow is worse than puking blood.
Strongbow is to alcohol what sniffing airplane glue is to drug use. It gives you a massive headache and somewhere within the first six months you’re going to end up in the hospital with an ER doctor drilling your sinuses. Does that sound like fun? Explaining to a medical professional why the front of your face is a mess of glue and failure? Because that’s the road you head down when you drink strongbow. You’re fucked. You might as well give up and kill yourself the moment you find yourself thinking “man, this is good cider”. You’re drinking alcohol taste-tested for children. Pour it over your kix and maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll pass out in the sandbox and not while you’re trying to impress the Sarahs on the monkey bars.
But hey, it’s on tap. So rock out with your cock out. god I hate you people.
Don’t be so melodramatic. I’m only drinking it because I ran out of the glue to sniff.
Hee hee: http://mdmintake.blogspot.com/2007/07/coming-home.html
I’m so happy for you!
PS: This is why you’re my favorite, Ben.
M, that is your best post to date. :)
C, your bitterness is sorely missed.