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| Pffffffffft! What kind of beer is this, anyways? It tastes like dog piss. Warm dog piss. | |
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| Nobody fools with my beer. | |
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| And when he's finished, strain it through some high-quality chickenshit before it's bottled. It gives that nice frothy head when you spew the bottle. | |
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