I have often expounded on the virtues of a beer-free life. I mean, the smell is awful, and, IMO, tastes like piss in a bottle (not that I've ever tasted piss, mind you.) I will admit, though, that if you are going to drink the shit (as I will only do after I have quickly ingested 10 shots of Cuervo- you know, sufficiently drunk enough not to taste it), it should be Coors Light, and never that criznap Budweiser.
My problem is not being able to come up with a half-way reasonable excuse not to drink Bud, in any of its atrocious forms. Well, Sars - over at Tomato Nation - finally put my thoughts into words. Bud is the King of all Pain!
PS. . .Sars has other great essays, too. Wade around in the Ketchup for more of them (like her first-person account of 9/11.)
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