Yazoo Brewing Co.
Nashville, Tennessee
My mama went to the "Zoo" and all I got was this golden nectar of wheaty sassafras. I didn't take notes when I drank it a month or two ago because what kind of prick takes notes while he's drinking a beer unless he's working the horses or selling off his hoes on a Saturday night buffet special. Seeing as I'm hardly a man and the above is not applicable to me or my kind let's spin a yarn. What I do recall is that it was pointedly refreshing and that the zinging, zestful wheat stung me like the good fortune of finding an old penny in the ground with my snatchmo metal detector, which has since bitten the cobwebbed dust of extinction, does when it do what it do. As for how deep is my love let me just rejoice in the fact that my penor is thicker than the plug hole of that harlot bottle neck or I would have flung it in and made carnal fireworks of an otherwise oral delicacy.
-Wörtwurst
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