After tea, we discussed a variety of topics before the fire; and mrs. micawber was good enough to sing us (in a small, thin, flat voice, which i remembered to have considered, when i first knew her, the very table-beer of acoustics) the favourite ballads of "the dashing white sergeant", and "little tafflin".
He felt around desperately for a weapon. what did he have? diapers? cookies? oh, why hadn't they given him a sword? he was the stupid warrior, wasn't he? his fingers dug in the leather bag and closed around the root beer can. root beer! he yanked out the can shaking it with all his might. "attack! attack!" he yelled.
Pulled into my convenient neighborhood fast food restaurant. i ordered shrimp salad, onion rings, and a beer. the shrimp were straight out of the freezer, the onion rings soggy. looking around the place, though, i failed to spot a single customer banging on a tray or complaining to a waitress. so i shut up and finished my food. expect nothing, get nothing.
I tell you, mr. okada, a cold beer at the end of the day is the best thing life has to offer. some choosy people say that a too cold beer doesn't taste good, but i couldn't disagree more. the first beer should be so cold you can't even taste it. the second one should be a little less chilled, but i want that first one to be like ice. i want it to be so cold my temples throb with pain. this is my own personal preference of course.
...The female once-over - a process by which one woman creates a detailed profile of another woman based upon about a million subtle details of clothing, jewelry, makeup, and body type, and then decides how much of a social threat she might be. Men have a parallel process, but it's binary: does he have beer? If yes, will he share with me?
They who have drunk beer, fall on their back, but there is a peculiarity in the effects of the drink made from barley, for they that get drunk on other intoxicating liquors fall on all parts of their body, they fall on the left side, on the right side, on their faces, and and on their backs. But it is only those who get drunk on beer that fall on their backs with their faces upward.