Alright,... who took my beer!?

Question

I set it down right here and now it's gone.

In its place I found this gold coin,... and I can't drink no damned gold coin!

Where's my beer!?!

Good news!

No, I didn't find my beer,... but I did go to the liquor store with this damned gold coin and the teller gave me 18 KEGS for it!!

I'm getting drunk tonight!!!!

Who's with me?

Answer 1

the lepercons took it, good luck gettin' that back.

Answer 2

It's obvious what you must do. Use the gold coin to pay for a detective to find your beer.

Answer 3

Not me. I don't drink. But I will take the gold coin.

Answer 4

no way it was lady beck- seriously she told me she was ready for an ale at 10am in the morning.

mmm actually maybe it was me, at work, on answers, and watching the cricket, a beer would complete this picture.

mm me... heave a keg this way... I might not be able to see the cricket ball soon at this rate

Answer 5

There, there, now.

They have more at the store.

Put the gold coin away for safekeeping, and go out on a beer run :-))

Answer 6

ill join you and just keep an eye out for another gold coin

Answer 7

Your funny. Im on my 6th beer and ive got more to go. Im off tomorrow and have lots of cooking to do so i think i should drink some more!

Answer 8

b double e double r u,n,
beerrun
all we need is a ten and a fiver
a car and a key
and a sober driver
b double e double r u n
beerrun

thats an old bob and tom song.

by the way i have your beer and i dare you to come and take it back

Answer 9

My Cat Drank It

Answer 10

Why I Drink Beer - August 2003
I've been thinking lately about the reasons I and others drink beer. My thoughts were stimulated by the confluence of several events, both public and semi-private, which occurred during July. To name but four:

1) July in the United States was American Beer Month, the fourth annual celebration of domestic beer during which Americans are encouraged to order specific brands of beer for no reason other than the fact that they are the products of American breweries;

2) In my home province of Ontario, the sale of a regional brewery sparked one of the longest threads ever seen in the 'Random Talk' section of the Forum at www.bartowel.com. At the heart of the discussion was the question of how much support beer aficionados should be prepared to give their local breweries;

3) An assignment to rate and rank eighty of the best domestic and imported beers available in Ontario engaged me in numerous comparative tastings of ales and lagers, forcing me to separate the proverbial wheat from the chaff, regardless of their point of origin;

4) And finally, just towards the end of the month, I engaged an editor of mine in a short but sprightly debate about beer snobbery, questioning her idea of whether some people try to 'over-sophisticate' beer.

All of this started me thinking not only about the reasons I drink beer, but also about why I choose the drink the beers I do. (This outside of the hundreds of beers I sample professionally each year, of course.) After some though, I reached a few conclusions.

First and foremost, I drink beer for taste. I recognize that this puts me in an extreme minority among beer drinkers in this world, but it's true. I've gone to concerts, music festivals, baseball games and many other events at which the organizers were serving nothing but beer I consider to be much less than flavourful, and I've gone dry at every one of them. Sure I like the relaxing effect of alcohol -- it's one of the reasons beer, wine and spirits are so appealing -- but for me, if it doesn't taste good, I don't believe that the medicine is worth the sacrifice.

Secondly, I drink beer for the social aspects of being in a bar or restaurant or private residence with others whom I like and/or am interested in getting to know. Yes, alcohol rears its head again here because people generally loosen up and get more sociable after a beer or two, but I think that's more about relaxing our society-spawned inhibitions than anything else.

Thirdly, I drink beer because it suits a certain occasion. My meals are made more delicious by the addition of a beer which pairs well with the cuisine, my days end more enjoyably when I kick back with a beer after the work is done and my celebrations are more festive when everyone is able to enjoy a glass of fine ale or lager or lambic.

Next, I drink beer for exploration. I love sampling new things, be they wines or spirits or foods or beers, and every opportunity to do so means I may discover the next great taste. I realize that not everyone gets revved up by this sort of thing, but it's my bag and I enjoy it.

And finally, I drink beer because it contains alcohol. Most of my reasons for enjoying alcohol relate to the four points above, and are also largely limited by them. I hate getting drunk and avoid it like the plague, but that doesn't stop me from enjoying myself with beer and perhaps even occasionally having one more than I should. To paraphrase the famous American food writer M.F.K. Fisher, beer should be enjoyed with the right mixture of abandon and restraint.

You will note that at no point in the above five reasons do I allow room for the "sometimes I just want a brew" school of thinking, which I admit isn't entirely fair, as sometimes I really do just want to kick back with a beer. But I happen to demand that said beer has flavour and character, whether as a woody cask-conditioned ale or a crisp and hoppy pilsner or a complex and malty Trappist ale. If that makes me a snob in the eyes of some, then so be it.

Because with all due respect to the marketers of mainstream beers, when I want "cold" and "refreshing" and "drinkable," I walk to the cold water tap of my kitchen sink.