elysian jasmine imperial panty peeler
he's done it again. i stopped by the beer store on cap hill and the man was having another tasting.
i still hate tiny sips of beer.
however, this week it was stuff from midnight sun brewing co, and i like alaska. a lot. i mean it's cold, half the year there's little to no sun, and jack shit for ppl, what's not to like? plus jorj just moved there. plus that dude i know who works on a cruise ship bought a growler up there and drug it down to game night, back when i was obsessed with halo 2 and my brother hadn't pissed me off beyond all belief.
man that shit sucked. there was a red ipa that's hoppy finish ruined your enjoyment of the bitter, a porter that was only good in the tiniest sips (else it tasted completely empty of any real character... srsly it only hit the sides of the tongue. what way to fail at porter) and a brown that would have gone great in a pint w/a meal... but i wasn't having a meal... and i was having fucking *SIPS* not a god damn pint. fuck the brown.
then there came their triple. fuck all that shit, this had a sweet glide and a lightly rich finish that left me wanting an entire bottle. like, DUDE-woa. i had a bottle of it in my hand immediately. even a stopped clock is right twice a day, and this shit is their grandfather broke at four-fucking-twenty. mothafuckin bitch.
last week i bought the elysian jasmine imperial (it's got a tiny sticker that sez imperial). the bitch wasn't too jasmine-ruled and had a sweeter, thicker, headier finish, and all that in a little sip cup that makes dead baby seals rise as zombies to kill the eskimo overlords.
but to start it all werewolf form lithuania. cuz why not.
and now i go to update my poetry journal
i still hate tiny sips of beer.
however, this week it was stuff from midnight sun brewing co, and i like alaska. a lot. i mean it's cold, half the year there's little to no sun, and jack shit for ppl, what's not to like? plus jorj just moved there. plus that dude i know who works on a cruise ship bought a growler up there and drug it down to game night, back when i was obsessed with halo 2 and my brother hadn't pissed me off beyond all belief.
man that shit sucked. there was a red ipa that's hoppy finish ruined your enjoyment of the bitter, a porter that was only good in the tiniest sips (else it tasted completely empty of any real character... srsly it only hit the sides of the tongue. what way to fail at porter) and a brown that would have gone great in a pint w/a meal... but i wasn't having a meal... and i was having fucking *SIPS* not a god damn pint. fuck the brown.
then there came their triple. fuck all that shit, this had a sweet glide and a lightly rich finish that left me wanting an entire bottle. like, DUDE-woa. i had a bottle of it in my hand immediately. even a stopped clock is right twice a day, and this shit is their grandfather broke at four-fucking-twenty. mothafuckin bitch.
last week i bought the elysian jasmine imperial (it's got a tiny sticker that sez imperial). the bitch wasn't too jasmine-ruled and had a sweeter, thicker, headier finish, and all that in a little sip cup that makes dead baby seals rise as zombies to kill the eskimo overlords.
but to start it all werewolf form lithuania. cuz why not.
and now i go to update my poetry journal