George and Tim went to
the Brew Fest last Saturday.
They drank lots of beer.
“I am a writer,”
Tim said, holding his pen up
for proof. “You sure are.”
“I have a camera,”
George said. “Let us in so we
can drink lots of beer.”
With pockets full of
beer tickets, George was thrilled, but
no one took tickets.
“We don’t enforce the
ticket taking,” they told us.
“Please give us more beer.”
“This sucks!” shouted George
as he got more free beer. “I wish
I was home sleeping!”
There were a million
sexy babes there. George and Tim
got none of that shit.
The two connoisseurs
enjoyed Scottish Ales, Bitters
dark malts and Pale Ales.
Shipyard Export is
Tim’s favorite Portland brew.
Geary’s is second.
Breweries close to
the sea are superior
to most inland ones.
There were many guys
with circle beards at the Brew
Fest. Joy to the world.
Many of the folks
there looked bleary. It’s because
they had been drinking.
At 12:15, the
taps closed and a man made a
throat cutting motion.
Tim accidentally
lost his pen so he didn’t
write anything down.
George was supposed to
take photographs but he ripped
the film in half. Oops!
The expo smelled like
perfume. Then everyone left
and it smelled like fries.
George and Tim both chose
the Sheepscot’s Pemaquid Ale
as “best of the fest.”
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