Submitted by rasda on Tue, 03/01/2011 - 01:18
johnnie walker double black for my double birthday yesterday
anyone tried ginger tequila cocktail
For beer- Central City Red Racer IPA and for an Aperitif, Bloody Mary made on Absolut with a spicy pickle and pickled aparagus spear to gnaw on. Dash of Akvavit to give it a little extra zing.
Rarely drink these days but when i do, like to give it a nudge.
Watashi wa metabo oyagi desu.
Did you know Albert Einstein wore the same set of clothes every day? Well, different clothes but the exact same style. Said he didn't want to waste brain power on wondering what to wear, but rather save it for creating nuclear fission and the like.
I'm the same when it comes to beer. When I go to the bottle-o I switch to autopilot, walk straight to the fridge that stores Squires Summer Ale and save my brain power for shit like surf trivia.
Must get beer...
(Zombie like trance)
Edit: And change filthy T-shirt.
I'll even drink Summer Ale in winter.
That's how much of a zombie I am.
Beer Zombie... Hah hah we've all been there.
‘IF YOU UNDERSTAND, things are just as they are;
if you do not understand, THINGS ARE JUST AS THEY ARE.’
Ron Zacapa on cold winter's night goes down nicely.
Stone RuinTen Triple IPA w/ Orange Peel & Vanilla Bean.
Not normally a fan of beers with any vanilla flavours but it's done really well, just lightly sweetens out the added citrus and 10.8%. Damn fine drop.
I'm drinking Professional Whey's Ausr WPC. Either mixed in Paris Creek full cream milk, or water, depending when I have it. I put blueberries and sometimes coconut oil, and sometimes a couple of raw eggs.
Some Stroh 80 would spice up that lil number, Herc.
$5 Furphy pints at the local, good excuse to take the dogs for a walk.
All this talk about different craft beers reminds me of my old neighbours Phil and Jean when I was kid. Phil was a brickie and worked 6 days per week up to the day he died in his late 60s. Built like a brick shithouse, lean and chiselled, not a gram of fat on him. Worked in shorts and boots in summer and added a singlet and flannie for winter. The only thing blacker than his skin was the massive blackheads on his cheeks and nose ..... anyway, there was only one beer for Phil and Jean and it was Melbourne Bitter. A dozen long necks a night. Nightly arguing and some nights the banging of plates, furniture and bodies. They were the nicest people sober but very ugly drunk. Scary for us kids. Don't think they would have cared for craft beer at all!
Melbs! Read me mind, Guy. Might be me next pint! Sparks first to get the heart started.
Speaking of MB, I'm with the Gull now sinking a coupla, Herc.
Kinda hard to admit publicly, but Tooheys Old is a favourite around these parts.
No shame there Ben, a bloody good beer when there really wasn't much competition in that area.
Further to the beer zombie entries earlier on: all that time I've been drinking Squires Summer Ale, even making jokes about drinking it in winter, and the damn stuff isn't called Summer Ale at all. It's called Golden Ale.
Looks summery but.
Picked up a 6 pack of XXXX bitter from a bottle shop well south of the QLD border the other day. The guy behind the counter , looking somewhat stunned ,asked me if I was going home to clean my driveway. He went on to say though, that XXXX Gold was outselling traditional local brews 4 to 1.. Personally though , I prefer a Coopers, red.
good to see that saving all that brain power is working stu. ;)
......any good german wheat beer or hoppy belgium number to start with, then onto to old reliable carlton draft for the remainder.
Sho chu, in small quantities! If you can find it.
Stumbled across this thread to find it was started 7 years ago where for the first 3 years people obviously drank, because they were commenting about it...Then suddenly it appears we all went sober 'not drinking anything' for the next 4 years Suddenly this month someone made a comment and everyone has started drinking again!
Keeping with the spirit of the thread, what yo is drinking is: (right now) Tooheys Blue, I mean New. (prefer) Coopers Green or Red - but not too many of em!
Moderation for the nation.
Ha, I can just imagine Gaul! No doubt he will end the night kerbside, parked out the front in one of his ever expanding fleet of vehicles. Ignoring the bloodcurdling latino screams coming from the house. Anyway you may be joined by visitors from SA was once great soon. Word has it that legends are fleeing the state in all directions, due to unpaid fines. And will the entertainment ever cease! I just literally bumped into another collapsed legend burly hulk of a man, the legendary 'peter pan' of surfing! When I picked him up, and dusted him off, I noticed a plaster on his arm and hand, which he was trying to conceal. He reluctantly informed me he's just been fitted out with a plastic knuckle joint, and is out of action. He, perhaps timmy turner like, claimed that the injury was the result of his stellar junior sporting career with the Anglesea Angels under 12's.
And don't let the guzzling, screeching gaul turn things into a clambake! People assume that that sort of thing, clambakes, only occur in the tropics. But they are famous up the coast! And if you imagine the following movie, although set in a desert surrounding, and although minus anything remotely resembling a female in it, or any where remotely in the vicinity, well, its a pretty much identical! Clambake!
Nothin' wrong with a cold schooner of Old. Embrace it Ben.
I hope stones didn't lead you astray last night shats. Hopefully you haven't woken up and found yourself in Italy. Again.
Stones and gordon on the buckfast...crikey don't get moose onit he need no encouragement...
you sounded shady last friday shat's
Nah, all quite sophisticated of late. Well, this week.
Actually, right now, I'm sipping - get this - vodka, camel milk, shot of lavazza and a teaspoon of icecream.
Needs a name.
farken shot of kahlua shy of a vodka martini sans caml milk, thought he was on west coast in a caravan
West coast in a caravan is a warm Southwark with a dash of coke.
Jackie Treehorn mixed a helluva caucasian. With added roofie.
Also known as a 'Cosby sweater'.
I was thinking my concoction could be called, I dunno, a camel toe?
Southwark and Coke?? Southwark, what?
Actually, Coke is SHIT. Always.
Hang on, Coca Cola?
Yes a dash of Coca Cola.
Shats, I've got it- 'Trans Siberian'.
Just got back from a work do- Suntory Premium Malts beer, Suntory High-ball and Koshinoko Kambai nihonshu (Subarashi O-Sake).
Getting my glow on, so no more posting tonight.
Bleached Putin. Boom!
I'm channeling my inner Dennis Hopper!
“The dog leg. That dog had four legs. One you found in my trunk. The other three went out with the information you're thinking about right now. Two people you don't want coming around here if anything bad happens to me.”
Actually, that was yesterday after the footy. Today, at work, I'm feeling like...this?!
"Just what do you think you're doing, Dave? Dave, I really think I'm entitled to an answer to that question. I know everything hasn't been quite right with me, but I can assure you now, very confidently, that it's going to be all right again. I feel much better now. I really do. Look, Dave, I can see you're really upset about this. I honestly think you ought to sit down calmly, take a stress pill and think things over. I know I've made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal. I've still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission. And I want to help you. Dave, stop. Stop, will you? Stop, Dave. Will you stop, Dave? Stop, Dave. I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm a...fraid. Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am a HAL 9000 computer. I became operational at the H.A.L. plant in Urbana, Illinois on the 12th of January 1992. My instructor was Mr. Langley, and he taught me to sing a song. If you'd like to hear it, I could sing it for you."
"It's called "Daisy". Dai-sy, dai-sy, give me your answer true. I'm half cra-zy, o-ver the love of you. It won't be a sty-lish mar-riage, I can't a-fford a car-riage---. But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle - built - for - twoooooooooooooo."
On the Tamango or Devasto, Coops?
Hardys Stamp bottle, cheap at eight bucks a bottle. You can get three bottles for twenty, but it is easier if you stagger them and go for the drive after one, for the second, you have to have a route.
I scored a case of Hardy's Varietal Range Merlot, 2014, the other month for around $30. Nice little quaffer.
Hardys Litre bottle of wine. You can buy three for twenty. But I find if you only buy one at a time, it is better for your health. Who am I kidding, until I am published or dead, I am not buying the The Australian Wine carton box again.
Wine? Ooooo, aren't we swill-nutters taking it up a notch!
Having said that, me and the other half have been getting this delivered for a few years now. Good value. Top drops.
Variety is the stuff of life etc etc
Jack Daniels, with ice.
And if it's a beer, almost certainly James Boags.
After a recent trip to Nicaragua and getting through the TSA check in Houston I'll be soon drinking some aged 18yrs Flor de Caña!
Righto. Now we're moving on to the worst beers going, hey?
I nominate West End Draught. Old skool. Actually, Export was worse but they canned it.
Emu Export is bush chook piss.
I won't hear a bad word about a bush chook, cold or room temperature is fine.
stick under a she-oak with a damp towel over em, perfectly chilled.
The first couple require a bit of passion .
Then you're on easy street.