I've heard a lot of people around me complain about the great distaste of Beer. The "stuff", they say, is muck. It doesn't get you high and it tastes likes Einstein's old socks dipped in water.
Normally, I shut them up with a " How dare you utter profanities about the greatest B word of all times" look and it mostly does shut them up. But i suppose the great B-word deserves more than that. So here goes:
If you don't like it, its probably because you are missing out (most unfortunately) on the other great B-word of all times. No , not boobs, you pervert.
Bros.
Perhaps you have failed to notice but Beer goes best with Bros. Its not something you sit with to gossip and giggle. Well, certainly not giggle.
You sit and take it in, quench your thirst with the first greedy mouthful of it and praise the good Lord for making something so out of this world. So astounding. Again, not boobs, you sick, sick man.
If you don't like it, don't pretend to like it. Save the "ummm,cool" and false pretexts for your next door neighbour in a mini-skirt. Who knows; might help.
After you are done, you will probably need to pee.
Once.
Or twice.
Maybe more
Sorry if you have a small bladder; i really can't help with your genetics.
Its not about the Beer. Its about the conversations, The resounding laughter. The wide smiles. The hurled insults. The cheap songs from 90's. The guy who always wants another round. The Bro who doesn't drink but tags along to eat whatever comes with it. The fashion shows on TV. The celebration of a certain annual ceremony. The clinking of mugs. The fun.
And of course, peeing.
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