So, lovely daughter brought home, in addition to other stuff, the contents of her fridge, including some “Miller Chill”. I ruined dinner tonight by drinking some with the food. I should have found a horse to pour it back into, instead (except, of course, that after having been mistreated by the Miller “Brewng” Company, it probably would have made the horse hurl).
*sigh* The label had the usual government warnings, Bah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah” but nothng useful, like
WARNING! If you drink this you will want to gouge the memory from your brain with a rusty fork!”
Oh, well, what does not kill us and all that…
*heh*
Horses can’t hurl..
They colic instead.. which is like having a twisted gut..
Usually they die from this..
So.. better a ruined meal, than beating a dead horse.. err beer..
Oh, I’m aware of that, Pet, it’s just that
1. “horse hurl” is alliterative, graphic and graspable by folks who’ve never even seen a horse in the flesh, let alone ridden or cared for horses.
2. this stuff was so “anti-miracle” that it could well cause a horse to “miraculously reverse peristalsis” the stuff
*heh*