I love it when people compare the rights of human beings to those of animals and think it doesn't make them look completely fucking ridiculous.
lol what even is this
I am shocked, SHOCKED, that this level of self-absorption has found its way to the people living in CHELSEA.
I eat meat but I do try to minimize the amount that I eat because the overuse of antibiotics and methane from cow farts are seriously damaging the environment and our health.
I feel terrible for those meat-eater people because there is nowhere else in NYC to get a meat-based meal.
bravo.
My grandmother used to make something like this! In the sense that her morning "coffee" would be about 70% cheap whiskey. And she would drink it out of a bone china mug. Because fancy.
I was confused when your lingerie showed nipples instead of inhuman android humps.
I stay at home with my three year old and the fanciest place I regularly go is weekly story time at the library, but I totally should get those nails, right? I'm pretty sure they're 100% necessary for my lifestyle.
Did you forget to pierce your ears way too many times by yourself in the basement of the apartment your mom moved everyone (except dad!) into the summer after 8th grade? You're in luck!
The fuck does Guinness have to do with anything?
Does anybody know what the fuck "brewed the hard way" is supposed to mean? I literally have no clue what that phrase means. What is the hard way? Do they think brewing craft beers is easier? Any pickup-driving, open-carrying, moustache-hating dudes (and who are we kidding, obviously it's just aimed at dudes)…
My last job served Peak Organic, a pretty nice brewery if you're an ale person, but we'd get MANLY MEN who would come in and guffaw over the fact that it was organic. For some reason they thought "organic" meant gross and flavorless until a blind taste test proved otherwise.
Correct.
They also own Goose Island, which makes some spectacular wild, sour, and wood-aged beers. A former colleague of mine left to brew there and definitely "fusses over" his work. It's certainly not easy, either.
The horses are amazeballs, though.
Possibly my most favorite part about this whole dumb thing is that if you go on the brewery tour at Anheuser-Busch, they will call attention, at one point, to an antique chandelier they have hanging in one part of their facility.
The core of the Budweiser ad is thus the unspoken implication that yer not a real man's man with a pickup and a dashboard Jesus and a gun rack if you drink anything other than what essentially amounts to carbonated sheep's urine with an almost-negligible alcohol content.
Making the pumpkin peach ale thing even dumber: Just last week AB InBev bought a craft brewer in Seattle called Elysian, who made a pumpkin peach Amber ale called Gourdgia On My Mind.