But I can’t blame him… I didn’t like it at first either. I just pretended to like it so my friends wouldn’t call me weak. My roommate, affectionately called “The Goche,” celebrated his 21st birthday last night at midnight by cracking open a bottle of Lumberjack Stout.
That’s right. His first beer ever was a Monday Night original. Though, in hindsight, perhaps a stout was not the greatest choice. I think a Coors Light would have been more palatable.
Just look at that face… the slightly disgusted grimace of a soon-to-be beer lover.