5 Letters to PBR
In America there are a few decent beers. Nothing like Germany, but they can still hold their own. Other beers are not so decent, and you’re bound to make a trip to the store if it’s the only thing left. Then they have some beer that is basically piss and/or liquid shit. If someone told me that the Pabst Blue Ribbon brewery was just an underground run-off of every single urinal in Texas, I would believe them.
Have someone foreign visiting that you don’t really care for? A good way to get them out of your home is by offering them a Pabst. For someone European this is equivalent of getting kicked in the sack while realizing that the porn you just watched, starred your mother.
On the other hand, you can afford Pabst even when times are tough. You see, the suits at PBR know they make shit beer, so you can buy a 12 pack for less than a burrito off of a lunch truck in East Los Angeles.
Here is some fan mail that we found in one of the executive offices.
Have someone foreign visiting that you don’t really care for? A good way to get them out of your home is by offering them a Pabst. For someone European this is equivalent of getting kicked in the sack while realizing that the porn you just watched, starred your mother.
On the other hand, you can afford Pabst even when times are tough. You see, the suits at PBR know they make shit beer, so you can buy a 12 pack for less than a burrito off of a lunch truck in East Los Angeles.
Here is some fan mail that we found in one of the executive offices.
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