I hate that frigen guy. HATE. Look, I enjoy a good beer every now and then, even buy a special sixer on the rare occasion that I feel like classing it up. But I absolutely loathe those among you that look down on us commoners going about our business sipping on one of the Holy Trinity (Bud, Budlight, Budlight Lime).
Don't be an asshole or pretend like you have some sophisticated pallet that the rest of us don't have. You know why I'm pounding this golden light beer instead of that glass of brown bread? Because I plan on staying out tonight and having an awesome time and worrying about Bud-Mud the next morning, not frantically searching for a bathroom stall to drop the inevitable enormous deuce you're going to have to in the next hour. Hey buddy, all that talk about hoppy aromas, bouquets and other lame shit, it all smells the same coming out the other end, doesn't it.
And to the 21 and 22 year olds who seem to get wrapped up in Beer Snobbery; I know your balls just dropped for the first time and you're now able to browse the liquor store instead of getting in and out with the Silver Bullet as fast as you can. But guess what? That micro brew you just bought? You didn't discover it. And I know some of you try to do it to impress girls with your new found sophistication. That's the dumbest idea you've had yet. That girl at the bar? She's not impressed by your douchebaggery. All she wants to know is if you're going to have enough cash after you just bought an 8 dollar beer to buy her next Cap n' Coke.
