Murphy's or Guinness?

theCryptofishist · Post by **theCryptofishist** » Mon Jun 30, 2008 7:25 pm

INdeed. The only advantage of guiness is that it keeps you from ordering mystery stout if you aren't in adventerous mood.

I love microbrew. I don't love each microbrew, but I love microbrews. I hated beer when I was in college, dating the boy from wisconsin and all I knew about beer was macrobrew american lagers and pilsens. With the soapy aftertaste.

Box Burner · Post by **Box Burner** » Mon Jun 30, 2008 11:53 pm

mdmf007 wrote:I was wondering what happened to Michael Jackson after his music career. i would have never guessed hes a beer tester now.

II think Michael Jackson the beer tester is a diferent indivdual than the one who has had his face carved up.

Post by **mdmf007** » Tue Jul 01, 2008 12:29 am

Box Burner wrote:
mdmf007 wrote:I was wondering what happened to Michael Jackson after his music career. i would have never guessed hes a beer tester now.
II think Michael Jackson the beer tester is a diferent indivdual than the one who has had his face carved up.

thanks for the info, i really thought he was tasting beer now.

gyre · Post by **gyre** » Tue Jul 01, 2008 2:18 am

He's driving a cab in LA now, just like Osama bin Ladin.

"Who?
Oh,yes. I get that all the time. Haha."

robotland · Post by **robotland** » Wed Jul 02, 2008 5:39 am

BOTH.

or

Whatever lands in my hand after a long trek on the playa. Some kind soul Guinessed me after a prolonged Art March the other year, and at that moment it kicked the ass of any lemonade or other so-called Thirst Quencher ever made. Picture me doing The Nestea Plunge backwards into a playadrift.

Being a Kalamazoo Kid, I get fresh Bell's Brewery products...

brickmaster · Post by **brickmaster** » Wed Jul 02, 2008 6:27 am

I think that happens with any cold liquid.
Last year, on the Tursday I believe, I was caught out in the deep playa with out my dustmask or water.
I had only gone for a short walk but kept getting distracted and kept going.

I eventually made it back, and my throat was caked in dusk.

I couldn't even make any salavia it was that dry.

At camp I was gifted an icey cold corona.
I hate corona.
But there and then, that beer tasted better than life itself.
Nothing I have ever injested made me feel as good as that beer did that thursday.