Tonight I thought I would start off my post with an example of how ridiculous my wife and I are about out dog Brady. He’s treated like a king, is allowed on all the furniture, sleeps in the bed with us, and pretty much has the run of the house. One example of how silly we are is demonstrated by the following list of names we use for the dog:
- Houndsington Von Houndsworth III
- Brown head
OH, and we frequently use the prefixes: Mr., Senor, Professor, or Dr. in combination with any of the above (e.g. Senor Houndsworth).
Does anyone else out there have a retarded number of names for a pet?
The beer selection tonight was pretty slim. I only had one craft beer in my fridge! PANIC! MASS HYSTERIA! The beer is Dieu Du Ciel Rigor Mortis, an abbey-style brown ale (which technically is a fancy way of saying it’s a quadrupel).
First off, the label is freaking creepy. It pictures a dead woman laying in the grass with bugs crawling all over her. W.T.F.?
The beer has a HUGE boozy aroma. Smells like 15%, although in reality it’s 10.5%. Dark fruit (plum or fig) are the main flavors. When the beer was stone cold I also picked up chocolate. The beer is wildly sweet and makes a decent dessert beer. I like it, but couldn’t drink more than one bottle.