My car runs on beer fumes... I have a pile of beer bottles in my garage even the most degenerate of gaspipes would be proud to have...Even the most diligent of panhandling, bottle seeking hobo would be impressed.

I mean had. They are all in my car trunk right now.

My plan is to return them and get a free twelve pack (or two six packs, no diff) in the bargain.

95% of the bottles are from an obscure Danish brewery, perhaps you heard of it.


Didn't think so.

What to choose? What to choose? What to choose?

I am leaning towards my socialist friends from the Republic of Europe, but that doesn't really solve anything for me.

Do I go back to Denmark?


Perhaps the Czech Repuplic?


Or my native Ireland?




Fug the choices, I am getting all three.

A word to my mass production beer brewing friends, FUG THE FLASH SITES!

I just want a picture of your beer bottle so I can post it on my site. I should not need a PhD in Software Engineering to point google in the right direction.

All I want, need, is a picture of a bottle (glass) of your beer and perhaps a pretty maid or two holding one. That is not too much to ask.

One more fugging slip up and I am returning to wine.

All right, I lied, you will never get rid of me but could you please make your websites cooler.

As a side note, to those two readers not already impressed with my wordsmith and fathering skills, I think you need to note something about me: I gathered up my treasure trove of beer bottles while lil Squirt hung on for dear life.



That's right! Lil Squirt and me are quite impressive.  ¶ 7:24 AM