Time to get our swerve on after going completely apeshit crazy with family fun at Disney’s Magic Park of Bonkersosity...Read more
Not sure if I told y'all, but I dated an Amber in the late '90s. She tasted like a coppery malty beverage, and she liked the band 311, and also, her name was the color of her energy. If this confuses you, I'd like you to consider donating some money to the Hopsmash Memorial Fund where we raise money just to kill brain cells and then forget shit all the time. Ambers are a pretty standard beer style, and since we like standard as a basis for our fuckery, we'll advocate for swallowing as many ambers as presented. So please, present your ambers here, bruh.