I went to Wegmans yesterday to get a six pack of Oktoberfest. They had 6 brands, 2 of which were German. It took me several go-arounds before I even found what little selection they had because access to that particular shelf area was blocked by one of those rolling double-decker stock carts loaded with odd leftover beers.
I was pissed.
So I come home and I'm bitching at my wife about how Wegmans has practically no Oktoberfest and yet there were scads and scads of pumpkin beer. I mean mountains of the stuff piled high on the main aisle right where shoppers can't miss it.
And my wife says, "Well, who shops at Wegmans? Isn't the pumpkin beer packaged same as if it's Halloween candy?"
And I'm like, "You're fucking right!"
And then I thought about it some more. On absolutely none of the Oktoberfest packaging at Wegmans was there a depiction of one of those female beer garden servers showing off her cleavage. Not one. Zilch. Nada.
Now, one package had a man and a woman standing side-by-side, but they looked like a freaking married couple, for crying out loud.
So there you have it folks.
Wegmans has spoken.
OKTOBERFEST IS PURE, UNADULTERATED, PHALLOCENTRIC SEXISM!!!!!!!111!!1!!!
I could make out about half the words in this song. Singers who slur every other word or phrase are a particular bete noir of mine. But I get it. "When will I ever learn to live in God?" You'll learn it and forget it, learn it and forget it. Like everyone else.
BTW, something tells me you are in Wisconsin. You shouldn't even have to make a choice about Oktoberfest beer. You should be drinking Capital City Oktoberfest.
Did someone comment on Scott McKenzie's recent death? For some reason I always would get him mixed up with Van Morrison. No reason for me making that mistake, it was just weird brain connections.
He only had 2 hits. "Like an Old Time Movie" was his best.
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I've loved Van since the 60's. What longevity.
I went to Wegmans yesterday to get a six pack of Oktoberfest. They had 6 brands, 2 of which were German. It took me several go-arounds before I even found what little selection they had because access to that particular shelf area was blocked by one of those rolling double-decker stock carts loaded with odd leftover beers.
I was pissed.
So I come home and I'm bitching at my wife about how Wegmans has practically no Oktoberfest and yet there were scads and scads of pumpkin beer. I mean mountains of the stuff piled high on the main aisle right where shoppers can't miss it.
And my wife says, "Well, who shops at Wegmans? Isn't the pumpkin beer packaged same as if it's Halloween candy?"
And I'm like, "You're fucking right!"
And then I thought about it some more. On absolutely none of the Oktoberfest packaging at Wegmans was there a depiction of one of those female beer garden servers showing off her cleavage. Not one. Zilch. Nada.
Now, one package had a man and a woman standing side-by-side, but they looked like a freaking married couple, for crying out loud.
So there you have it folks.
Wegmans has spoken.
OKTOBERFEST IS PURE, UNADULTERATED, PHALLOCENTRIC SEXISM!!!!!!!111!!1!!!
Just finished walking the dog in the park.
The college girls are back, running in their spandex, with their pony tails, their glistening skin, and their healthy strides.
Kind of makes me glad I no longer get those debilitating consta-boners.
And when I say kind of glad . . .
I mean "kind of."
I could make out about half the words in this song. Singers who slur every other word or phrase are a particular bete noir of mine. But I get it. "When will I ever learn to live in God?" You'll learn it and forget it, learn it and forget it. Like everyone else.
Here you go Fruitbat - a photo für Dich.
BTW, something tells me you are in Wisconsin. You shouldn't even have to make a choice about Oktoberfest beer. You should be drinking Capital City Oktoberfest.
"Fat homely beer drinkers?" They're magnificent!
(1) Thanks for that, chickelit. And I'm sure that's superb beer. Still, I prefer that the label on my bottle of Oktoberfest be rated NC-17.
(2) Having been prompted to do an internet image search for The Women of Octoberfest®, as I was, I came across a joke I'd not heard before.
What's the difference between a pretty girl and a bottle of beer?
A bottle of beer can't change its mind after you get its top off.
Heh.
It's still too early in the day to watch a Sunday morning sunset.
But the song is nice.
Did someone comment on Scott McKenzie's recent death? For some reason I always would get him mixed up with Van Morrison. No reason for me making that mistake, it was just weird brain connections.
He only had 2 hits. "Like an Old Time Movie" was his best.
This will blow your mind.
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