But he had some Olympia in the back which he sold me for an unreasonable price. I opened one up later that evening. It was so bad that I could barely swallow it. I've had crappy beer, I thought... I should be able to do this. But all I could manage was a few gulps, that's it. It tasted like swamp water marinated with Godzilla's old, sweaty underwear. Absolutely unpalatable.
I believe that disgusting batch of Olympia has met its match with the inexplicable recrudescence of a bad beer hall-of-famer, Burger. When someone who wants to drink beer won't drink a Burger, it means the line between "brewery" and "chemical processing facility" has gotten a bit fuzzier.
Just walk away.
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burger beer makes me want to kill myself
Ha! Once, drunk and out of money, I asked a bartender what he would give me for 50 cents. It was a can of Olympia. It even tasted bad wasted.
I would have given it to you for free and five dollars more if you drank it.
Inexplicable irony: it was the favorite beer of one of my high school teachers.
That isn't ironic or inexplicable.
It's both to the nth degree.
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