Six Pack Tales: Five - The Beer Vote LbNA #44392 (ARCHIVED)
Owner: | Riversol |
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Plant date: | Nov 4, 2008 |
Location: | |
City: | East Whiteland |
County: | Chester |
State: | Pennsylvania |
Boxes: | 1 |
Found by: | idlemoon |
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Last found: | Jun 14, 2010 |
Status: | FFFFFaF |
Last edited: | Nov 4, 2008 |
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Election Day 2008 here at last!
My presidential vote was simple to arrive at; as a Humanist, I was compelled to choose a human.
And now another choice of utmost importance sits in front of me! Surrounded by the chatter of enthusiastic American citizens at the fine establishment of McKenzie’s Brew Pub in Malvern, I am confronted with a most nefarious conundrum.
Should I toast the long awaited end of the current political regime with a pint of Peaceful Patriot Porter or with a tall glass of Human Rights Hefeweizen.
I stare cross-eyed at the two candidates. I am poised to celebrate the election outcome and I simply cannot decide. The problem is the environment; such a matter should be decided in privacy. I slyly sneak away with my two glasses in hand and out the back door. I casually scamper ten thousand feet or so to an appropriate outdoor venue for this face-off: for a Battle of the Clouds (“clouds” are vaporous structures associated with heavenly bodies, and so have become synonymous with “beer”) !
I find the perfect Station to Exercise for my tasteful contest. Three golden pedestals present themselves: two taller ones obviously made by the powers-that-be for my chilled champions, and one for my beleaguered bottom. I set the competitors down and contemplate olfactorily.
My taste buds spangling at the anticipation, I apply the most intricate engineering formulas known to ensure a safe delivery of brew to my mouth. Then, with unbiased assessment, I equitably evaluate the candidates one cherished chug at a time.
My conclusion? After a brewer’s dozen (beer brewers are known to put in ten times the effort of bread bakers) degrees of analysis and putting the flavorful flavanoidal flavors through their paces (a score and a half to be exact), I finally am able to make my selection for the celestially celebrant beverage of the moment!
I cast my venerable vote and drop it in a Specially Pernacious Oblong Box.
Ah!!! A delicious start to the next four years!
There's a Bonus Personal Traveler Box Too!
Election Day 2008 here at last!
My presidential vote was simple to arrive at; as a Humanist, I was compelled to choose a human.
And now another choice of utmost importance sits in front of me! Surrounded by the chatter of enthusiastic American citizens at the fine establishment of McKenzie’s Brew Pub in Malvern, I am confronted with a most nefarious conundrum.
Should I toast the long awaited end of the current political regime with a pint of Peaceful Patriot Porter or with a tall glass of Human Rights Hefeweizen.
I stare cross-eyed at the two candidates. I am poised to celebrate the election outcome and I simply cannot decide. The problem is the environment; such a matter should be decided in privacy. I slyly sneak away with my two glasses in hand and out the back door. I casually scamper ten thousand feet or so to an appropriate outdoor venue for this face-off: for a Battle of the Clouds (“clouds” are vaporous structures associated with heavenly bodies, and so have become synonymous with “beer”) !
I find the perfect Station to Exercise for my tasteful contest. Three golden pedestals present themselves: two taller ones obviously made by the powers-that-be for my chilled champions, and one for my beleaguered bottom. I set the competitors down and contemplate olfactorily.
My taste buds spangling at the anticipation, I apply the most intricate engineering formulas known to ensure a safe delivery of brew to my mouth. Then, with unbiased assessment, I equitably evaluate the candidates one cherished chug at a time.
My conclusion? After a brewer’s dozen (beer brewers are known to put in ten times the effort of bread bakers) degrees of analysis and putting the flavorful flavanoidal flavors through their paces (a score and a half to be exact), I finally am able to make my selection for the celestially celebrant beverage of the moment!
I cast my venerable vote and drop it in a Specially Pernacious Oblong Box.
Ah!!! A delicious start to the next four years!