This was the last of Jackie’s birthday beers on my actual birthday (the rest we had that weekend). It was late, I was kicking ass at scrabble (and so not cheating!) and had had four pretty strong beers already. So why not end off the night with a double witbier.
I’ll tell you why. It smells like pee. It looks like pee. And if I knew what pee tasted like, I’d even say it tasted like pee.
End of report!