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So there's this French guy who decides he's sick of hearing from his wife how she likes heifeweizen and can't stand the overhopped barley brew he prefers. Knowing what a Democrat she is, he takes her outside to ask the neighborhood what they think. They traipse up and down the broken cobblestone street interviewing the other residents as to their preference of malt ingredient, the lousy roadway punishing their feet to the point they're leaving a trail of blood behind them--ironic, considering the street was named after the ol' Punisher himself. After an exhaustive interviewing, the tally is 99% against hefeweizen. His wife complains the poll was of wine drinkers who wouldn't know the difference between an ale or a lager, but the husband states, NON...
...Rue Dolph the Red knows grain beer!
Ping to 65--if you've enjoyed the suffering so far.