Leroy Jackson, an insurance salesman and avid College
football tailgater, attended a party in his neighborhood the other night and
consumed a microbrew for the first time.
“The host handed me a glass bottle and I was like, ‘what in
the hell is this?’ He said it was
one of those fancy-pants city-boy microbe-beers. When I asked if he had any Coors Light he said he only
supports local beer. What the fuck
does that even mean? Tons of local
stores sell Coors Light. I buy it
all the time!”
After an initial stage of confusion due to the
unshotgunnable nature of the glass bottle, Leroy did the unthinkable and took a
sip despite his well-founded reservations. “Well what else was I going to drink,” Leroy posited. “Wine? Sorry, I don’t have a vagina.”
Unfortunately the beer’s flavor took him by such surprise
that he accidentally spat it all over his gracious host. While everyone stood there in shock,
Leroy’s overbearing wife smacked him upside the head with her purse. “What is the matter with you,” she asked
rhetorically. “This is why we can
never go anywhere!” She
subsequently grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to the car. “You sit here and think about what
you’ve done,” she commanded. “I’ll
come get you when the party is over.”
During Leroy’s period of quiet self-reflection he came to
the realization that he really liked the beer he just tasted. “It actually had flavor and body. I’ve never had a beer like that
before. There may just be
something to these nancy-beers. I only
wish I could drink them without my tailgating buddies making jokes about me
wearing skirts and having an inverted penis.”
1 comment:
My dad is exactly like this, only with Miller Genuine Draft. When we visited my brother in Seattle he kept on trying to put us down for drinking the many microbrews of the area, when he secretly liked them.
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