Liquor manufacturers have accepted the government's suggestion that the following warning labels be placed immediately on all varieties of alcohol containers WARNING Politically INCORRECT: WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may leave
you wondering what the hell happened to your bra and panties. WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you are whispering when you are not. WARNING: The consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancing like a retard. WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them. WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to think you can sing WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe that ex-lovers are really dying for you to telephone them at four in the morning. WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting. WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, smarter, faster and better looking than most people. WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may lead you to think people are laughing WITH you. WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause pregnancy. WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may be a major factor in getting your ass kicked. WARNING: the crumsumpten of alcohol may mack you tink you kan tpye reelgode.
In the interest of full disclosure let me say that I am apparently experiencing what many women Of A Certain Age have called variously, Power Surges, Hot Flashes and Get-The-Fuck-Out-Of-My-Way-I'm-Hot moments. I am not a ton of fun to be around, or so I'm told as these are accompanied by at various times by: irrational lashing out at anyone within arm's length and bouts of crying over commercials plus random screaming fits over issues that would previously have elicited an "eh, whatever" reaction from me, like kid's floors covered with laundry and a dirty kitchen.
Consider Yourselves Warned.
Now for the updates: We tasted The Massacre, our bourbon barrel aged Imperial Dark Lager (reason # 56,798 why it rocks to own a brewery with a brewer as creative as mine) yesterday. Dayum. Mark those calendars: 10/11/2 is the bottle ONLY, Tap Room ONLY release.
Karl the Brewer and yours truly will be at Ashley's Westland tomorrow (5/12) for the Cask Ale (!) festival. We are featuring our very popular Drag me to Helles Maibock dry hopped with pineapple and coconut. yum.
The Dark Lager got a review in Draft Magazine! It's a solid grade with a lovely poetic description but for yours truly, it's all about that KICK ASS label in Draft Magazine. But that's the marketing slut in me.  WE Have Amber Handles!Up next? Packaging!
And in the ongoing Rogue Dumpster situation please allow me to be officially warning you now. DO NOT FOR ANY REASON Turn early (before the Comerica Bank turn-in) or late (after the alley with our shiny new sign) and pass thru the parking lot of Great Lakes Cycle and Fitness. Between our warnings and their tow trucks we pretty much you trained not to EVER (for any reason) Park there. Now I must ask that you avoid even going near their parking lot, even accidentally. Just Don't Do It Trust Me. This is the first of many warnings.
Finally, we continue our LagerPalooza program of live music in May tonight with Doug Horn Jazz. Get your Pilar's Tamale, an ice cold brew and enjoy the evening with us (parked, of course in OUR lot having not gone thru theirs).
I'll be chatting with Martin Bandyke on Ann Arbor's 107One Radio on Tuesday morning at 7:45 about our 'Palooza. Check me out!
Now excuse me while I step outside and cool off....sigh.
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