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You know what I don’t liek, PBR. It’s the bullshit common man’s beer that some NY indie bitches started drinking cause they wanted to be hard like us motherfuckers from milwaukee. But guess what? We don’t drink that pisswater even though those PBR fools claim it comes from our town. We drink High Life, the champagne, when we want to get drunk we drink High life Ice and when we are watching our weight we drink high life lite.
At least drink some Old Style that is a beer with class. Fucking PBR, what a joke.
You know what else I hate. “owwwing” Like on any tv show where something slightly exicting goes on, americans always got to go “owwwww” it’s stupid. I hate it.shut your mouth stupid americans
There was something else I didn’t like but know I forgot, damn it
I’m gonna grow a mustache then was it, yeah who is indi rock now!!!!!???!?!?!?!!?
March 14th, 2006 at 8:31 am
I agree with your comments about Owwww. However I take issue with your PBR dislike. Drinking from the Pabst Blue River has caused me not a little happiness during my short stint on this earth. People who “pimp” The High Life piss me off. If you were nearby, I would smack your face for your insolence.
March 29th, 2006 at 10:44 pm
Me too. My grandfather worked for PBR so I like to think I’ve got some in my veins. That and it was the cheapest beer at my favorite bar in college (1$ a pint), which come to think of it was a bit of a scenester bar, but with a broad enough clientelle to accomodate the truly clueless and hard drinking. But then what the fuck does Alf know? Or Yankees in general for that matter? Myself, I’ve been pimping Asahi extra dry recently, in the silver can. Goes down smooth, perfect for that long lonesome subway ride home. Speaking of which, when are you coming back? I occasionally almost miss you cock snorklers. In my weaker moments.