Beer Bunghole…

Playing “Beer Bingo” with friends at the local pub has become more than a quest – it’s therapeutic, and a very necessary coping mechanism to get me through the week.  Closing in on our goal of drinking our way through the 55 beers, we’re now staring down some  of the more exotic ales and tinctures of yeast.

Even after battling delayed flights and arriving two hours later than expected, i raced to the pub to pound a few pints press ever onward toward my goal.  Going through my beer bingo card mostly alphabetically systematically, i was staring down a gnarly “Old Peculiar”.  Blechhh… tried it once before, and it tastes like butt.  Decided to press onwards and just get the damn thing out of the way.

Imagine my delight when our server informed me that they had replaced it with something else… i’m sure he told me about the replacement, but i was so happy to be spared a pint of Armpit Ale that i ordered up… and gloated to my pals that the Peculiar Plague had passed by my door!

Turns out?  Hen’s Tooth Conditioned Ale – which must ferment on the fly – tastes like sweat socks, marinated under the ballsack of a Devonshire ploughman.   

The humor works on so many levels...

The humor works on so many levels...