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Post by kmc on May 24, 2006 14:38:55 GMT -5
Guinness is the best beer you can do. I am a member of the 1759 Society. Have a keychain and everything.
Phil is right, though. Mexican beer is the weakest shit. Corona, Equis, I hate all that shit. but I do agree that Negra Modelo and the Especial are great.
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Post by luke on May 24, 2006 15:21:54 GMT -5
I'll never be that big a Guinness guy. Tastes like someone poured beer on some roast beef and threw it in a blender.
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Post by rockysigman on May 24, 2006 15:23:36 GMT -5
I don't like Guinness much either, but when I'm feeling rich I'll occassionally treat myself to a Black and Tan. Guinness is alright when there's something that tastes good mixed in to cancel it out.
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Post by Thorngrub on May 24, 2006 15:51:46 GMT -5
If you don't like Guiness, try this for a smoother taste:  Samuel Smith: Best Beer Brewed On The Planet, imo |
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Post by frag on May 24, 2006 16:36:46 GMT -5
I like Guinness.
especially in car bombs
Luke, shall we have a whiskey-off? You'll win, of course, but it's a good excuse to get drunk.
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Post by frag on May 24, 2006 16:37:35 GMT -5
of course, the only excuse you really need is...heeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyy, I'm not at work.
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Post by Fuzznuts on May 24, 2006 18:14:17 GMT -5
Samuel Smith = Damn good shit.
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Post by tuneschick on May 24, 2006 18:20:04 GMT -5
I don't really like Guinness either - it's a bit too heavy and sludgey for me. I'm a loyal Keiths supporter - my #1 beer of choice.  I'll drink about anything though - tend to usually have Sleeman's in the house as well. And being a Northern Ontario girl, I sometimes revert to Northern Ale while I'm up there. Always on tap at my favourite locals and never tastes very good until the second or third. Gotta love it.  |
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Post by Fuzznuts on May 24, 2006 18:26:20 GMT -5
Damn I wish I was Canadian.
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Post by tuneschick on May 24, 2006 18:28:34 GMT -5
Damn I wish I was Canadian. Doesn't everyone? |
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Post by riley on May 24, 2006 19:08:40 GMT -5
I wish I was Norwegian, so when people talked about the silly ass black metal from there I could say, "yeah those are my peeps".
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Post by riley on May 24, 2006 19:09:16 GMT -5
I'll never be that big a Guinness guy. Tastes like someone poured beer on some roast beef and threw it in a blender. I like Guiness now and then, but this was classic. |
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Post by JACkory on May 24, 2006 20:00:41 GMT -5
Five things y'all probably don't know about me:
1. I drank my first Guinness Stout in 1984, during a band rehearsal, the day after having a dream in which I shared a pint with Bono and (then-president) Ronald Reagan in an Irish pub. To this day I enjoy Guinness.
2. While on a short visit to Juarez, Mexico, a friend and I were were approached by a local who tried to get us to come and see a "donkey show". I was 21 years old at the time and had no idea what a donkey show was. The concept was explained to me when we returned to the group we were travelling with, where I came to be thankful that my curiosity had not been satisfied first hand.
3. I was so stoned once that I got lost on a trip to the store to buy ice cream...the store was only ONE BLOCK away from my house. It's true...I was watching Willie Nelson on Austin City Limits when I develpoed a powerful case of the munchies and ice cream was the cure. Decided to drive to the store and buy a pint. Probably should have just walked, but I didn't want to miss any more Willie than I had to. Made it there fine...after all, it was only a block away. Got lost on the way back...
4. Once in 1987 while spending a lovely 3 week period as a voluntary patient at a state mental institution I got in trouble for convincing a fellow patient (a very devout Catholic woman) that I was a bug-eating satan worshipper from another planet. I would go out to the patio and hide jelly beans in strategic locations then wait for her to come outside and sit down...at which point I would saunter out, wait until I knew she was watching me, and then go around and pick up the jelly beans and eat them, saying "Mmmm, yummy, nice bug! Nice delicious spider! So good!"...This really freaked her out, and she asked me what I was doing. It was then that I told her that I was an alien from another planet where the staple diet was insects. That was also when I told her that on my planet satanism was the official religion. I think that freaked her out even more than the "bug-eating".
The final straw was when I drew a pentagram on the palm of my right hand and flashed it at her whenever she'd look up at me while we were eating. That didn't just freak her out, it scared her pretty bad and the next thing I know I'm called into the office to speak with the hospital staff about my propensity for eating bugs and the rest. While they were relieved that I hadn't actually feasted on insects or seriously worshipped satan, they were a bit concerned that my tendency to enjoy playing mindgames with other patients was not beneficial to their already threadbare mental stability. I agreed to nix the hijinx, and I've come to the point where I see just how cruel my pranks were, but good God was it funny at the time!
4. In 1982 while working for Friend's Records store I recieved a phone call from a lady who had just left the store asking me if I were Rudy Gatlin of the legendary country and western group The Gatlin Brothers (who had several hits, including "All The Gold in California" and "Older Women Are Beautiful Lovers").
5. I will not eat seafood.
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Post by frag on May 24, 2006 20:05:51 GMT -5
4. Once in 1987 while spending a lovely 3 week period as a voluntary patient at a state mental institution I got in trouble for convincing a fellow patient (a very devout Catholic woman) that I was a bug-eating satan worshipper from another planet. I would go out to the patio and hide jelly beans in strategic locations then wait for her to come outside and sit down...at which point I would saunter out, wait until I knew she was watching me, and then go around and pick up the jelly beans and eat them, saying "Mmmm, yummy, nice bug! Nice delicious spider! So good!"...This really freaked her out, and she asked me what I was doing. It was then that I told her that I was an alien from another planet where the staple diet was insects. That was also when I told her that on my planet satanism was the official religion. I think that freaked her out even more than the "bug-eating". The final straw was when I drew a pentagram on the palm of my right hand and flashed it at her whenever she'd look up at me while we were eating. That didn't just freak her out, it scared her pretty bad and the next thing I know I'm called into the office to speak with the hospital staff about my propensity for eating bugs and the rest. While they were relieved that I hadn't actually feasted on insects or seriously worshipped satan, they were a bit concerned that my tendency to enjoy playing mindgames with other patients was not beneficial to their already threadbare mental stability. I agreed to nix the hijinx, and I've come to the point where I see just how cruel my pranks were, but good God was it funny at the time! Damn dude. I've done my fair share of mind-fucks, but just... I salute you. My boss saw one of those donkey shows when he saw the Stones in Mexico City a long long time ago. He told me all about it. Disgusting. I'mjustsayin's'all. |
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Post by JACkory on May 24, 2006 20:06:41 GMT -5
Ooops, I guess that's 6 things...
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