It's the World's Strongest, Most Expensive Beer -- Inside a Squirrel
Our old buddies BrewDog have done it again. Not content with winning back the "strongest beer in the world" title last February with its Sink the Bismarck!, they've now upped their game with a new brew that is 55 percent alcohol by volume and carries a $765 price tag. It's called The End of History.
Oh, and did we mention that the bottles come in stuffed animals-like stuffed animals that were once alive? The 12 bottles have been made featuring seven dead stoats (a kind of weasel), four squirrels and one rabbit. James Watt, one of the two guys behind BrewDog, put it better than we ever could: "The impact of The End of History is a perfect conceptual marriage between taxidermy, art and craft brewing." Just like we've all been waiting for!
"The impact of The End of History is a perfect conceptual marriage between taxidermy, art and craft brewing."
They should stuff that shit inside a placenta. Conceptual.
Man, I don't want to eat a placenta (ANYONE'S placenta), or drink squirrel beer.
Freaky, mang.
I'm more put off by the $765 price tag than the taxidermied bottles.
I like the food conversation in Bitches better.
(Poppycock! Fiddle Faddle!)
t backs slowly out of Natter
if you have your appendix out, do you bury it? What is the attachment?? Do you save your menstrual blood? WTF, people?? It's medical waste, let them burn it or whatever they do with the rest of that shit!
I am with meara on this!
Also, if I had to have my leg amputated, I wouldn't want to eat that. If they removed a tumor from my body, I'm not making tumor pie. So I guess I'm saying I get the squick.
I think this is another brick in the cult of maternity, another way to make some moms feel superior and others to feel bad.
So this 58 year old guy who walked around Silverlake all the time (by all the time I mean he logged 200 miles a week) in little tiny shorts and without a shirt was found dead. [link] Apparently everyone in that neighborhood had something to say about him. It was a hotly discussed topic at yoga today. And I felt like saying, "And you all think the valley people are so provincial and unwilling to venture out past their neighborhood!"
I think this is another brick in the cult of maternity, another way to make some moms feel superior and others to feel bad.
I agree with you and Jessica.
Stuff that comes out of me? I don't want to eat it, pretty much as a rule.
Except baby toes. Those I just nibble.
