Duck Shultz nervously drummed the steering wheel, as he slammed the shifter into third. His V8 Roadster crested the hill and screamed down the other side.
He hated these backwoods Vermont roads.
He much preferred the city. Riding shotgun with his Tommy gun while his goons made the beer deliveries. But this account was a big one. She didn't like late delivery. This account could get... Cranky. He couldn't trust the driving to his underlings up here. Duck handled deliveries to Wynridge Tavern personally.
IPA IPA - 7.6% ABV
Don't underestimate Herbert Duckarelli, this Pilsner pounding perpetrator is a whack happy waterfowl. Herb hides a switchblade in his speculum and a cunning in his cranium. Be advised to allow berth to this migratory Machiavellian
PILSNER - 5% ABV
Observe if you will...
Mr. Mollusk Marauder
Well, tentacley speaking,
a cephalopod bounty hunter.
Engaged by the beach folk,
sick of snark suffer spread
and employed to abate
surfers sick reign of dread
Puss laid in wait,
ere sinister rider did show
Then dragged surfer down
to the fathoms below
NZ IPA IPA with PINEAPPLE - 8% ABV
THE STORY GOES...
Van sold his soul for a copper mine deep within the Green Mountains. Digging deeper and deeper, all he struck was... water.
Not to be deterred by this turn of events, Van did quite well using that mineral rich water to make beer.
He was stuck with those horns tough....
NEW ENGLAND IPA - 6% ABV
Escaped Convicts and Ghostly Truckers.
Larry may not have anything to share with the rest of us on these topics, but maybe he'll share this beer
CHERRY LIME KETTLE SOUR - 4.2% ABV
The wave crashed on a dark beach and he came rolling out of it. He looked like a man but he was from another world. He stood, surfboard in hand, and slowly looked around.
He considered the dismaying observation;
"I am a long way from home".
He thought while he was stuck in this place, he might teach these humans exactly whom they were dealing with. I will yell out "SHARK!!" when there are no sharks. I will sprinkle cold water on sunbathers, and kick sand over their sandwiches. Oh yes, I am bad. And people shall know me as the
DDH IIPA - 8% ABV
Al went to Antarctica, wondering what a strange object protruding from the ice shelf had to teach us. Could it be connected to that awful alien Surfer who had been wreaking havoc at the beaches?
Radio batteries dead.
The dog team has fled.
He sat on the hull of the half buried UFO, slowly turning into a human popsicle. Dreaming of hot coffee, or defrosting someplace tropical.
COFFEE PORTER - 7% ABV