chimay trappist

When I was five, I had my first taste of beer. My dad was playing cards with my uncles and I asked if I could have a sip of his Buckhorn beer (4% alcohol, 5% paint thinner). He said I wouldn’t like it, but he was wrong. From that day on I demanded a beer with my Count Chocula!

Kidding. Dad was right and I winced. Quit laughing. I bet the Guinness, Miller and Coors kids did the same thing. Well, maybe not the Guinness kid. He probably dunked his Irish crackers in a pint then walked down the block to whip Johnny Newcastle’s British ass.