Hell's donkeys! It's Saturday and that means BEER!!!
Good lord, I am back in the land of Steem and honey. I had a rather wild Christmas night out on Thursday night and was so hungover I could not write a post on Steemit yesterday?!
Hot crap splashing into my mouth, I hear you say, in frothing dismay.
I know. I know. It was hard for me too.
But I am on day two of my awesome two-day hangover. That terrible thing which happens when you get older being of course that the hangovers get longer too.
Tis so unfair.
I had to get mild lady-beers as a result of my ongoing delicateness. Sob.
So let us tarry no more on Donkey's or hangovers, hellish or otherwise!
To the Beer chariot!
Vic Secret? I can't deny that being hungover meant that the juicy aspect of this beer appealed to me as well as the image of slinky chicks prowling up and down the catwalk in my imaginary mansion.
Oh steem, will you ever moon again and allow me to become Hugh Hefner the second? Without the vaseline, might I add.
Let's see what this can do for a gubbed man.
Such a pleasing colour, I like them hazy orange ones. Reminds me of peaches and good times. Not that I have had good times with peaches? No, they are far too squishy. Although, I do like a peachy bottom. Preferably ripe.
Down the hatch!
It's a big bitter juicy IPA and no mistake. In fact, despite it not being meant to be bitter at all according to the blurb on the side of it, it's quite satisfyingly bitter. Which is a splendid counterpoint to a sweet piece of meat like myself.
A solid 7.5/10 booms!
Next!
Faked Alaska! Is it a pudding made flesh or rather made beer? Should I get my lad out and squirt some cream all over the top?!
Hmm, perhaps not.
It does look rather exotic, eh? And that can, It's massive. Like an artillery shell or a rectal thermometer for an elephant.
Allow me to set the beast free and let it leap into my glass!
Look at the inside of that glass. Has a lion decided to slumber in there? Tawny yellow and gold goodness. But does it have teeth? Or glasses? Woohoohawr! I must have this now.
A smashing pale golden Knight charging to my rescue. I only hope that Lance is firmly couched.
It's quite smashing, a big juicy IPA mellowed by vanilla and cream. Doesn't mask the beeriness of the hops just makes it a smooth criminal of a thing. 8/10 booms!!
I'm starting to feel alive again. Has the beer healed me? Does this mean I have begun sliding down the slippery slope to oblivion?
Not today as that strange little sword fighting dude who taught Arya Stark all she knew used too say!
Have a great weekend everyone!!
Cheers!
