Well being the fine, upscale women that we are, Robyn and I always feel it's appropriate to stock our fridge with beer. Nothing like washing down a big chunk of meat with a cold brew at dinner.
Sure, we keep the bar stocked with the typical vodka, rum, tequila, scotch (remember, I'm a 50 year old man,) and of course a selection of delicious wine, but nothing says feminism like a 12-pack. It's a usual item on our grocery list and when I did the shopping two weeks ago, I went ahead and picked up some Miller Lite and then a 6-pack of Michelob Ultra Cactus Lime. Have you had that? MMMM, it's so light, refreshing and really yummy. Perfect for a hot summer day!
Anyway, Robyn calls me tonight wondering why in the world I would buy tall-boys. At first I didn't know what she was talking about, then I thought maybe she had said long-necks but I was so confused, because I knew I didn't buy bottles. Sure enough, I get home, open the outside fridge and...tall-boys. How stinkin' white trash is that? Shouldn't it be against the law for girls to even think of purchasing a tall-boy. I thought those were only sold in brown paper bags at the gas station on the corner. Who knew they came in a 12-pack? This serves as a public service announcement for all those uneducated beer purchasers. Damn, and I thought I had a pretty good handle on the world of beer knowledge.
Oh well, 16 oz tall-boys for us. You know, just when you need a little langniappe.
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