My brother had one of these and offered me a sip. It tasted like second-rate beer mixed with flat soda. Urghh.
Bleah. It sounds as bad as brandy and diet root beer, which I drank at an interesting dorm party in my wasted youth.
Bill took a snit earlier and (among other annoyances) left the gate to the kitchen down. Frank got in the pantry and turned up with a bottle of beer in each hand, saying,”Beer? Beer! Mine, Jooose!” I gave him some champagne, as we’re celebrating the payment of a large bonus by the Place of Employment, a national ultra-low-end retail chain. Gotta love that economic disaster ...
If we go to jail for child neglect ...
The WWU kids at Thursday night D&D Encounters drink masses of them. I’d rather have PBR if I’m having third-rate alchoholic drinks.