My friends, Ryan and Ang, have been to Gravely before. They’ve made me insanely jealous with their text messages that include pictures of their music-themed motif and I’ve been pretty adamant about how much they suck. But then my dude Jason heads down to Louisville for a robotics competition for one of his daughters, and next thing you know, HE’S DOING THE SAME SHIT. MY FRIENDS ARE BASTARDS. Thankfully, my bastard friends are also giving as fuck, and Jason brought me back a bomber and a glass (that I’m already obsessed with) AND THE BEER WAS FLAME.
With a name like Pinky And Pointer 🤘🏽 how can it be bad, tho? Thankfully, the name lived up to the 🤘🏽 and I thought the grapefruit balls thwapping my throat dangler were deliciously erotic. My uvula and my loins thank you, Gravely. Please consider having a sleepover at my place sometime soon. I know we might be strangers, but that’s what I call it when I sit on my hand for a few minutes and...WHAT? BEER AWESOME. GO FOLLOW Gravely. - Joel
From: Louisville, KY 🇺🇸
Beer: Pinky And Pointer APA