The World
Kriek beer the idea brings chills to the hairs of American beer guts. These fruity, sour, hearty beers are the true embodiment of form and function.
Krieks can be served cold for a compliment for an after dinner desert, or warmed during the eve of winter. They can be ultra sour or sweet as pie.
Most of all they are purely the handiwork of nature, all human hands do is mix the ingredients, seal the barrel and push the barrels into basements for two years.
The beer starts tart. Swallows sweet. The combination lingers in the cheeks and on the tongue long afterwards.
Warmed up the beers sweetness is comes out in full. The beer is only weak in ALC sitting at 6%, but comes in a 750ml bottle. A truly great drink.
And as I sit and sip this beautiful beer I checked my beer alerts and woe to say beer is in a poor place in the world today. And I just began to think about it.
First the story of beer bandits in South Carolina
There's children on the street using guns and knives
Taking drugs and each other's lives
Killing each other with knives and forks
Calling each other names like 'dork'
Then the root beer keg party (WTF)
There's people on the street getting diseases from monkeys
Yeah, that's what I said - they're getting diseases from monkeys
Now there's junkies with monkey disease
Who's touching these monkeys, please
Leave these poor sick monkeys alone
They've got problems enough as it is.
More robberies in TX.
Man's lying on the street
Some punk's chopped off his head
I'm the only one who stops
To see if he's dead
Mmm...Turns out he's dead.
And that's why I'm singing
Is beer becoming a nuisance and are people turning from it?
What is wrong with the world today?
(Jemaine mumbles)
What...what is wrong with the world today?
You gotta think about it
Think think about it.
To cops are tackling kids (WTF(aren’t those two girls super hot(but mostly WTF)))
But hat's the real cost?
'Cause the sneakers don't seem that much cheaper.
Why are we still paying so much for sneakers
When you got them made by little slave kids
What are your overheads?
Well, at the end of your life, you're lucky if die,
Sometimes I wonder why we even try.
I saw a man lying on the street half dead
With knives and forks sticking out of his leg.
And he said,
"Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow
Can somebody get that knife and fork out of my leg, please?
Can somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees?"
Why? Wh-why-why? What going on my fellow beer drinkers? My bothers my sisters what’s going on?
Lyrics by Flight of the Conchords—Think about it.
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