stop messing with my liquor and calling it macaroni

dear rest of the world,

I don't ask for much.

If you are giving me gin and it isn't bombay sapphire, then I thank you, but politely decline.

If I'm about to drink beer I prefer it dark. By dark I do not mean brown ale (Newcastle, I'm looking at you). I do not mean any sort of ale. I mean porters or stouts. If I can see through it, I will not drink it. Period.

This has been a public service announcement that no one cares about but me. Now, if you will please excuse me while I go dump the rest of this Newcastle Brown Ale in the sink. Because, gross.

your resident (almost) alcohol snob

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