Quotes About Beer

The rye made him sweat; the beer gave him goose bumps. The combination tamped down his nerves.

Can I just say that PBR is one of the most underrated beers of all time? And good God it's cheap.

I've drank more beer and pissed more blood and banged more women than all you numb nuts put together!

I was thinking that women should put pictures of missing husbands on beer cans.

'J'eet jet?' is still the standard way for a Pittsburgher to ask if you're ready for a meal, but the meal itself is no longer limited to chipped ham and an Iron City beer.

Let no man thirst for good beer.

Beer is made by men, wine by God.

There is no subsititue for fishing sense, and if a man doesn't have it, verily, he may cast like an angel and still use his creel largely to transport sandwiches and beer

We're wanted men, we'll strike again, but first let's have a beer.

Pure water is the best gifts a man can bring. But who am I that I should have the best of anything? Let princes revel at the pump, let peers with ponds make free, ...beer is good enough for me.

Heineken refreshes the parts other beers cannot reach.

Mary I want a guy who can play 36 holes of golf, and still have enough energy to take Warren and me to a baseball game, and eat sausages, and beer, not lite beer, but beer. That's my ad, print it up.

Kant ate but once a day, and drank no beer. Of this liquor, (I mean the strong black beer,) he was, indeed, the most determined enemy. If ever a man died prematurely, Kant would say—'He has been drinking beer, I presume.

Why couldn't the merciful God turn down the sunlight so it wasn't blasting like a red furnace against his aching eyes? Because he'd worshipped the god of beer, thats why. He'd broken a commandment and worshipped the false and foamy god of beer. And now he was being punished.

BECAUSE IT CONTINUED TO RAIN, CONNOR SAT IN BRANNA'S workshop, drinking his second beer and brooding at the fire. When Fin walked in, he scowled. "You'd be wise to feck off. I'm not fit company.

Why, Griffin Lott. Shelby said her little girl was smitten with you. Are you smitten with the mama? Her brother's right here, and he's already threatened to punch me. She'd be your type, Matt put in. My type? Because you don't have a type, as long as she's female. Her brother's sitting right here, Griff repeated and applied himself to his beer.

We would sit in the living room, drink a case of Busch beer, and throw the empty cans into the kitchen for no reason whatsoever, beyond the fact that it was the most overtly irresponsible way for any two people to live.

The flavor was nothing like beer. It was closer to cheap champagne mixed with Sprite, and—unlike beer—it was the opposite of an acquired taste. Every new Zima went down slightly worse than the previous Zima. There was, however, something perversely enticing about a drink that seemed to come from a post-apocalyptic wasteland in which color did not exist.

This conclusion invented a political perspective that's become omnipresent in any two-person race but still felt original in 2000: Again and again, Bush was described as the candidate voters 'would rather have a beer with.' It was a very nineties way to think about a problem.

This is such a fine neighborhood, even the beer they leave out for the animals is imported from Germany or Mexico.

You wouldn't happen to have some of that good Aussie beer with you by chance? You like our beer? I keep a case of Castlemaine from Brisbane on hand for special occasions. We don't have any Castlemaine, but I can offer you a bottle of Fosters. I'd be much obliged.

Then He was gone. I opened my eyes. My savior was looking at me. I think he was wanting another beer.

One of the wonderful things about beer is that a little bit, sipped at the proper speed, can give one the courage to do and say things one would ordinarily not have the courage to even dream of doing and saying.

from Hawaii, and it would be late Sunday night before they arrived. "What time will you be home?" "I'm going to crash here tonight," I said. Now, that wasn't true—I didn't know where I'd be sleeping—but Karla told me to plan for an all-nighter, and saying I was at Jay's was as good a lie as any. "Will there be beer?