I don’t know what’s happening or why I was gifted these special items for my upcoming (now postponed) travels, but I know not what I would do without my trusty compass. My last voyage took me to the ends of the earth (sorry, it was just to the south side of Chicago, I’m big on hyperbole), and I was without my boat whistle and my lip lubricant (chapstick, bro). The feelings of unpreparedness were heavy that day, friends. Oh sweet ship shipping ship shits, there’s beer in this here wood box. Captain Pabst, I will not take this responsibility lightly. Look for my handwritten letters of beer erotica to be sent via Pony Express (that’s Yahoo! email, bro), within the fortnight. - Joel
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Brewery: Pabst
From: Milwaukee, WI
Beer: Captain Pabst Seabird Session IPA
ABV: 4.5%
