I was at one of those "taste of" events recently and the only beer that was there was Miller Lite, I had at least ten and had no ill effects from Lassies prefered beverage.
While Miller Lite is not my first choice in beer by any means....is it me or is this the only beer than will NEVER give you a hangover?
if I have a big bbq I'll grab some coors light, it's cheap and it's beer. Not a miller fan really but if it's free I'll drink it and on occasion I'll do it when camping and I'm out of beer, it's my fall back, every place I've been has at least miller and coors. and well budwiser
btw am I missing something, is there suppose to be a miller can the cat is drinking?
She was cut off at the time... All she could talk about was finding a fvcking place open after Midnight that served fish, and reminisced about the one time she caught "THE BIGGEST FRIGGIN' MOUSE YOU'VE EVER SEEN!"
Anything with the word "lite" in it ought not to be sold as beer... no not even if you spell it smart.
In Jolly Olde England there was a government functionary with the enviable job of brew inspector. His assignment was to search out and punish what they called small beer. His equipment consisted of a three legged stool, a pint pot, and a pair of leather shorts. Before the pub tapped a new cask, they were supposed to call in the inspector. He drew a pint, poured some on the stool, sat down on the puddle with his leather shorts, and drank. When he was done, he stood up. If the stool stuck to his shorts, the pub got their stamp of approval. If not, the brewmaster was flogged.
Here rests in peace a Hampshire Grenadier
Who caught his death from drinking cold small beer
Soldier, take heed from his untimely fall
And when you drink, drink strong, or not at all
btw am I missing something, is there suppose to be a miller can the cat is drinking?
She was cut off at the time... All she could talk about was finding a fvcking place open after Midnight that served fish, and reminisced about the one time she caught "THE BIGGEST FRIGGIN' MOUSE YOU'VE EVER SEEN!"
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It's all good Lassie ... I'll have a Miller Lite or 12 with you and your cat !!! Hope your doing good buddy .
I love this forum!
In Jolly Olde England there was a government functionary with the enviable job of brew inspector. His assignment was to search out and punish what they called small beer. His equipment consisted of a three legged stool, a pint pot, and a pair of leather shorts. Before the pub tapped a new cask, they were supposed to call in the inspector. He drew a pint, poured some on the stool, sat down on the puddle with his leather shorts, and drank. When he was done, he stood up. If the stool stuck to his shorts, the pub got their stamp of approval. If not, the brewmaster was flogged.
Here rests in peace a Hampshire Grenadier
Who caught his death from drinking cold small beer
Soldier, take heed from his untimely fall
And when you drink, drink strong, or not at all