I don't know who's been sneaking into our house under the cover of night and stealing our beer, but I pretty much demand you to cease. This very minute.
not even kidding when I said I drank half of one of these along with my dinner, as a science experiment. It tasted like Smarties, summer 1994, and a deep, deep shame.
Related: A kind of secret that may even be a blow to close friends, but screw it, as long as we're all playing honest: Is it wrong that I don't initially trust women who say "Oh, I don't drink beer?"
Sorry I'm turning against the sisterhood and all. But christ.