1-800-BAD-BEER
by Zia ~ June 13th, 2005. Filed under: Ephemera.Steve commandeered my office to store the big vat of IPA he brewed up yesterday, and I seriously think something’s wrong with it. First off, there’s a ton of dirty foam creeping up the insides. Secondly, the little knobby thing at the top that’s filled with vodka is burbling, kind of like the beer has … gas.
That’s just great.
Steve, being male, has gas. The dog, being a dog, also has gas. And, if those aren’t enough to be lethal, the beer is roiling away with an upset stomach directly behind me. I’ve been waiting for it to explode and decapitate me all day.