Last summer, I went out for a 6 pack, picked up Flying dog’s Raging Bitch, telling the clerk my wife sent me out for beer, and did he think that was OK. Lost on him.
As I told that story to the extended family at the cookout, I pulled out an Arrogant Bastard from the fridge, and told the gathering that this is what she picked out for me.
Nice.
I’d just like to point out, FWIW, that I am not named for the beer. I had never heard of it until a San Diego based FReeper enlightened me.