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Regressing Since 1988 |
Anywho, I've read a few scary things in this thread from you, chief. One of the foremost being, effectively, "She's not like other girls, I like her so much, blah blah blah." Isn't that the way you feel about every fucking girl? The answer, though you've doubtless convinced yourself otherwise, is yes. Time will prove me right. Also, I find myself both amused and surprised to say this, but LeHah is right. There's a fine line when comes to how aware is too aware so far as one's own attractiveness goes, and you don't want a chick on the wrong side of it (or dude, if that's the way you swing your rudder). And a final note? If you say you don't like beer you haven't had enough of them. I'd issue an open challange to find me someone who doesn't like one single beer. Jam it back in, in the dark. |
Regressing Since 1988 |
As for beer.. well, shit. You've tried five beers? Hold the fucking phone! Christ, every beer you've had is piss water. Fact is, if you want a decent drink it's going to cost you. That's the sad state of affairs, so next time you go into a bar pull out your wallet. Off topic rant.:
There's nowhere I can't reach. |
Regressing Since 1988 |
Here. It's a listing of Michigan breweries. I don't know where you live, or I'd have made my research a little more specific. That said, on a trip out to California I went to a Brewbaker's, and it turns out you have one in Ann Arbor.
Wish I had known that when I went through. If you ask me, and this is where I tie it in, a brewery is a great place to meet a chick, especially since you're having trouble finding a beer you like. Chicks dig the whole, "Look at me, I'm so sad," thing, and considering most girls you'll meet at a brewery know their beer, you'll be knocking out two birds with one stone. Not only do you get some sweet tender love and care, but I garuntee she'll find you at least one beer to enjoy. It'll probably even be local, which has the added bonus of granting you the right to be a drunken snob. This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it. |
Regressing Since 1988 |
...you've had Yuengling? What were you doing on the east coast? What's more, I'd offer you the same advice I gave our intrepid hero here: Head to a local brewery. They have people at these places who are specifically trained to help people like yourself find something to drink.
Also, maybe you'd like something lighter than those mentioned. I'd try a nice light lager, or maybe even a pale(r) ale. Seasonal beverages often find homes with those who normally dislike beer as well, and this is the season for pumpkin ale and whatnot. I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body? |