My New Beer

Even the casual reader will know that from my pabst past posts that I’ve mentioned that I like to drink beer. Well this here post is more to the point. Roll out a barrel and lend me an ear.

I like beer.

Having said that, the more in-tuned reader will know that when I do drink beer, I prefer an Ice cold, refreshing, 7-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon. I’ve drank it for years. Oh sure, I’ve had other beers and I’m not one of those hard core douches that bitches when, for some reason or another, a random watering hole doesn’t serve it. If that’s the case, I usually change my mind and show my passive-aggressive side by just ordering a grasshopper, (only bartenders will get that joke), to show my disgust of such a hellhole establishment. For the record, I’ve never had a grasshopper served to me. When local patrons get word what I ordered, I’m asked to leave. That’s how it is up here in the frozen tundra.

Recently I’ve switched beers. Yep. I mentioned my “coming out party”, if you will, on one of MadBrads great weekend movie posts. I have received some guff from some of the more prominent fans of this blog for drinking the delicious 12oz’s of Pabst. I was even accused of being a “hipster” by a guy who uses chopsticks to eat food with and takes pictures of birds. Anywho, I know you were all on pins and needles waiting to know my switch. Heck, I even heard a rumor there was money being exchanged on betting what beer I would move to. Those days of refreshing, ice cold 12oz cans or bottles of Pabst Blue Ribbon are behind me. I’ve moved on. People move on. If I’ve learned anything in life is that the only constant in life is change. Heck, if you can name a song-artist, chances are they sang a song about change.

Bob Dylan- I Feel A Change Comin’ On
Pam Tillis- Life Sure Has Changed Around Us
Judas Priest- Victim of Changes
Eric Clapton- Change the World
Ray Charles- Don’t Change On Me

Well, you get the idea. Change happens. Change is the one constant in life. Summer always changes into fall. Winter always changes into spring. Bman changes beer. Everything changes. Everything changes.

Well, with out further dudes, I present my new beer.

Yep. It’s 16oz from here on out. I would like to give a shout out to Rite Spot Liquors in town. They are the only establishment that I’ve found that sells the 16oz cans of cool, refreshing, clean, Pabst Blue Ribbon.

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12 Responses to My New Beer

  1. notamobster says:

    Very well played, Sir!

    That extra 4 oz of canned piss should mask the taste by the midway point of the second can, if my math is correct.

    • Bman says:

      Hmmmm. Math are hard.

      I only drink 9 cans of my new beer opposed to 12 of the old. I’m cutting down.

  2. Ben says:

    Is That the Donald CHIA??????

    I always thought the obama chia was a massive disrespect to the office, but now that the Don is in charge it’s clearly an honor fitting a man of his class.

    He really is trash at heart the chia fits perfectly with the well done steaks and ketchup.

    • Bman says:

      it is the Donald Chia. I felt it appropriate. I had the Obama Countdown Clock, so I figured the Chiatrump would fit in. Had Hillary been elected, I would’ve just grown a garlic plant probably.

  3. Dave J says:

    Nice! Yeh consuming PBR doesn’t prove you are a hipster but it may mean you are “woke”.
    Speaking of woke, I wonder how far Brad was from the scuffle in Jacksonville yesterday?

    • MadBrad says:

      Just a couple of miles from here. You are the first person to let me know it happened. LMT just filled me in on the details.

  4. Jim22 says:

    Bman, for the uninitiated maybe you could explain the dent in the can.

  5. R.D. Walker says:

    Vietnam: Land of Mystery

    • Uke says:

      I was led to believe that chopstick-eating and PBR could not coexist at the same point on the space-time continuum.

  6. MadBrad says:

    It’s a whole new world at 16 Ounces.

    12 Ounces = A Vapor

  7. sortawitte says:

    Whew! I was starting to get nervous with that lead-up.

    My starting thought was: Is nothing sacred? Is the world not flat and flops like a playing card on bicycle spokes? Does a bullfrog not jump and hit himself in the ass with his flippers? Do not killer whales try to mate with tuna boats?
    Bman, thanks for making that right.