I don't drink beer (or any form of alcohol) anymore. Of course, I don't drink any less, either.
Sorry, channeling Henny Youngman for a moment there, though kidding aside I stopped drinking in 1980 for very much the reason you have already guessed.
But if I still imbibed in the 'liquid bread' variety, I'm thinking this would be the story that might make me reconsider my consumption habits. With Budweiser already taken, I can clearly understand the challenge of coming up with a name. So how about this?
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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