Boone Loc: Groundhog Town USA

Mr. Smith dies in Ireland:
Mr. Smith and Mr. Obrien worked at the Brewery for many years, and were great friends.
One day at work, Mr. Smith fell into the beer vat and drowned. The other workers thought that Mr. Obrien should be the one to tell the bad news to Mrs. Smith, being that he was so very close with the family.
Mr. Obrien went to the Smith home and knocked on the door. Mrs. Smith answered the door and said: Oh… Mr. Obrien, it is so good to see you this fine day! With a sad look on his face, he said: Mrs. Smith, I come to you today with a very heavy heart. A heavy heart have you, replied Mrs. Smith. What could be the matter with you? Mr. Obrien reluctantly said; Mrs. Smith, your husband, died today at the brewery.
Mrs. Smith fell to the floor in tears. She got back up and asked how it had happened?
Mr. Obrien, said: Your husband feel into the beer vat, and he drowned. Again, Mrs. Smith fell to the floor in tears. She got back up once more, and asked: Mr. Obrien, did my husband suffer??
Mr. Obrien thought a moment and replied: I don’t think so Mrs. Smith, as I distinctly remember him climbing out three times to pee!!!! (I don’t write jokes, so don't yell at me) Boone

jackflash Loc: Newcastle UK

Just away to the fridge for another GUINESS

Bruce with a Canon Loc: Islip

for all the great beers around, I generally end up drinking Bud Light Lime when I buy a 6 pack, Only beer drinker in the house, and rarely

dachs

there are many many seriously good drinks throughout the World, and our job is to hunt them down and remove them as fast as possible.

It's true the Yanks are taking artisan brews seriously - they always did with Bourbons and Sour Mash Whiskeys, so well done them.

here I hope is a shot of a Sardinian local brew, not bad stuff, suited to the hot Mediterranean

rayford2 Loc: New Bethlehem, PA

You wouldn't say that if you sampled Red White and Blue beer.

Trevor2626 Loc: chester uk

years and yonks ago I was caravanning in the south of England and spent a night in Canterbury. Parking the van up the road I entered a backstreet pub and ordered a pint.Drinking it my eye fell on a small wooden cask on the counter.Asking what it was brought no joy since the present landlord had only been in the pub a week. It contained beer,he believed.I asked for a pint from it and was given one "at my own risk".
The brew was black,fullbodied and tasted strongly of blackcurrant.The word "hussars" could just be made out on the wood. I had two pints from the cask ,which emptied it,then set off back to my caravan.
To my surprise,indeed,my dismay,I found I could not walk straight.Eventually I was reduced to clinging to one lamp post after another,inwardly praying no Plod saw me because I was manifestly drunk and incapable. Eventually I reached my vehicle,climbed in and fell upon my bed fully clothed.I slept for ten hours and `awoke to the sound of heavenly choirs; not a trace of hangover.
What I had drunk I never found out but it remains in my mind as the fiercest brew I have ever imbibed and I recall drinking a half bottle of brandy in twenty minutes as a student and walking home without so much as a stagger.

Archy Loc: Lake Hamilton, Florida

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