Yer link is broken there, Hotwater. Let's see if this one works... Now I want to make scrap wood creatures...
Like that do ya? Well, these are... well, not really the same. But still hot in their own right. ...yummy
So, I'm drinkin again. I'm gonna go ahead and copy/paste my review I posted in a different forum. (The review is under the pic) Tonight my choice of brew is: (6% Alc) The smelly: It smells like a regular, decent micro pils. I'm pretty sure the pear is smoothing out the scent wafting from the neck, but it's not if it is, it's hiding in plain smell... so it's hard to tell. The tasty: It tastes very much the way it smells. Again, I'm sure the pear flavor is having a significant impact on the taste, but it's still hiding... this time in plain taste. It's a smooth beer... not even close to being too hoppy. The taste all around is pretty muted... even the bitter ending common to the more hoppy beers is more of a ghostly afterthought. Overall... I wouldn't suggest anyone stay away from this beer, but I wouldn't suggest running over your neighbors dog to get out to buy it either. Or even safely driving without causing any damage. But... if your looking for a brew that plays well as a session beer, while still having more alcohol than a Budweiser, this would be a pretty good choice. (Edit: I've just finished #2, onto 3)
YEAH! KICK FUCKIN BOX!! NOW I WANNA PLAY THE HAMMER GAME! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJp-CCvIw6Q (Motherfuckme shitfucker... is there a way to make video show up?) (I feel dumbuh)
Step 3 THE BOX I will put in the box the swish of a silk sari on a summer night, fire from the nostrils of a Chinese dragon, the tip of a tongue touching a tooth. I will put in the box a snowman with a rumbling belly a sip of the bluest water from Lake Lucerene, a leaping spark from an electric fish. I will put into the box three violet wishes spoken in Gujarati, the last joke of an ancient uncle, and the first smile of a baby. I will put into the box a fifth season and a black sun, a cowboy on a broomstick and a witch on a white horse. My box is fashioned from ice and gold and steel, with stars on the lid and secrets in the corners. Its hinges are the toe joints of dinosaurs. I shall surf in my box on the great high-rolling breakers of the wild Atlantic, then wash ashore on a yellow beach the colour of the sun. 'T