You know how when you lean back in a chair, you overballance and feel like you are going to fall over backwards but you catch yourself just in time? My life is like that, except most of the time.
Monday, December 04, 2006
SANTA"S BUTT REJECTED!
Here's what is wrong with this country. A little crASS commercialism gone awry. A special occasion brew, crafted in England for the Holidays, will not be allowed by the State of Maine to be distributed because they find it's label either objectionable, or they feel that it would appeal to minors.
I know that living way up North the way they do, it must be difficult to find things to do this time of year, but rejecting this beer for its name or label smacks of Puratinism, you know, the comcept that somebody, somewhere might be having some fun and it's not a good thing.
When I brought up the plight of the importer up to my fellow workers, they wanted to know if I had ever had any Santa's Butt. I had to admit that I was not that close with Santa.
By the way, special occasion beers are generally stored in large oak barrels called "Butt"s, so the name is a sort of twisted pun.
That's probably why it appealed to me.
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4 comments:
M-m-m-m. Nothin' like suckin' on a Santa's Butt at the end of a long, hard day.
Acoupla more and you'll be going HO-HO-HO with the best of them.
you two are incorrigible. I forgot what I was going to say after reading your two repsonses.
Daphnewood: That's us. Twisting the world one brain at a time.
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