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I had it with coke and it was amazing.
I love John's escalation
With fizzies silly!
I couldn't be bothered with mixing a drink, so I just mainlined heroin.
No. The effervescent of Coke a Cola. As kids my cousin hatred it because of the "fizzies". Sorry that was an inside joke.
Man, these last couple posts
I'm on #3 of my night. All from Sierra Nevada. First was their pale ale, then Hop Hunter IPA, now Snow Wit. I got their sampler the other day with 3 each of pale ale, Torpedo IPA, Snow Wit, and Coffee Stout.
Yeah, shit goes to hell in Coz's drinking thread.
Quote from: black_floyd on December 17, 2015, 06:25:59 PMI'm on #3 of my night. All from Sierra Nevada. First was their pale ale, then Hop Hunter IPA, now Snow Wit. I got their sampler the other day with 3 each of pale ale, Torpedo IPA, Snow Wit, and Coffee Stout.They make some really good beers, though I've never had the Coffee Stout. That sounds like it would be great.
Quote from: Prog Snob on December 17, 2015, 06:32:19 PMQuote from: black_floyd on December 17, 2015, 06:25:59 PMI'm on #3 of my night. All from Sierra Nevada. First was their pale ale, then Hop Hunter IPA, now Snow Wit. I got their sampler the other day with 3 each of pale ale, Torpedo IPA, Snow Wit, and Coffee Stout.They make some really good beers, though I've never had the Coffee Stout. That sounds like it would be great.I think they went from being barely a cut above Sam Adams to being amongst the best of brewers that you can find at most stores over the last decade. Sam Adams is okay and occasionally very good as Joe noted a few dozen posts ago in this thread but even the worst of Sierra Nevada is pretty decent and their top stuff is quite good.I remember on my 22nd birthday when I was barely familiar with them, my friend Phil and I played a couple games of pool where loser had to buy the beer. I won those two games and he decided to end that wager immediately. At least an hour later (maybe longer) he noticed me being burfday durnk and, like a shark erroneously thinking he smelled blood, decided to reinstate the wager and this time wanted to play with the understanding that loser buys a pitcher for the winner. Unfortunately for him, my pool skills usually follow a bell curve of sober being a very decent player, buzzing slightly dulling my skills, and drunk making me not care about missing and making me at least be as good as my sober self if not better. I ran him right off the table in just a few turns and then he found out the bar didn't have pitchers of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale but only singles so he had to shell out $14 to buy me 4 individual pints of which I only drank 1 or 2. Later that night he had to walk my corpse like body back to his apt. and I fell asleep during a sitdown piss for an hour. Then (according to him and our other friend Jason) they had to chant "Josh, put your pants on!" for a while to no avail so I'd at least be decent when they rescued me from my porcelain captor and eventually threw me on the couch to sleep it all off. Unfortunately for them, I never got alert enough to fulfill my end of the bargain and they had to see my dong.
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Holy shit. What the hell did it miss Josh?!
I miss, I misspelled I came.