I think that I shall never hear
A poem as lovely as "Have a beer."
A beer whose uncapped top is prest
Against my lips, sweet flowing zest.
A beer that looks at me in a way
That I lift its amber form and say,
A beer that may in summer wear
The sweat of condensation like hair,
Upon whose bosom ice has lain
And intimately cooled as with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me here,
Remember, at closing time beer helps to make a lot of people have a better night. It makes no guarantees about the next morning, however.
Isn't it interesting that beer has been helping ugly people have sex nearly a 100 years longer than its been helping them get dates?
Even south of the Mason-Dixon Line, you will find that many people practice recycling in an effort to keep the environment clean. And if not for beer and its by-product the empty, this redneck family would not have been able to decorate or to have put up a Christmas tree this past year.
Just how many college students do you think could possibly survive the rigors of classes and studies if it weren't for beer to keep their minds clear and focused?
Sometimes famous quotations say it the best and in closing, I leave you the inspiring words of a very wise Roman, Nunc Est Bibendum, which succinctly translates to "It's time to drink."