Wilhelm Scream Pumpkin Ale
Magic Hat Brewing Company
South Burlington, Vermont
Recently, I found some 19th century documents at an antique store pertaining to an old shuttered insane asylum in the Detroit area and figured that they would be of great interest to the readers of my blog devoted to that very institution. But it wasn't to be. There was zero fanfare. The readers are apparently only interested in hauntings, trespassing the grounds and a future fictional horror movie representation of the place and not exceedingly rare ephemera.
While bemoaning this fact to my friend Kayla, she said, "You should have found nude photos of women from the 1800s and then people would care." She was right, of course, that people want filth and maybe it's my bad karma for always writing this blog mockingly towards the serious reviewers of beer. Oh well.
So will Wilhelm Scream? Only if ye stick a plum up his bum! Otherwise he'll just whimper the cuckold's blue song of Eden while blowing chunks into the same bag that he brought this bile water home in.
There's a pleasing amount of pumpkin flavoring in here but it's not as fullsome as BIG BOUNCY ASIAN BREASTS. And the caramel and spicing? It's sufficient but hardly shakes you like a BIG CHOCOLATE BOOTAY. All right, I can't do this. The beer is mediocre and so is your mama you swill-chugging prick. Goodnight.