It's Miller Time, baby.
Miller High Life. The Champagne of Beers.
The other day I kept my sisters appraised, naturally, of my Miller intake -- we do like to keep eachother informed. Constant contact and all. But I got nothing but grief from them about my choice of
Jacquie wrote: dude, WHAT is with the miller? That shit is vile.
Me: It's the beer of Windmill Village dude! High Life!
MB: True dat [about it being vile]! Although I'll bet it tastes yummy on a FLA road trip...
Me: If it's icy cold and has a lime, it does. Plus you can drink them all the day and never fall down.
Me: Plus? It's $7.89 a 12-pack.
Jacquie: swamp water is free. as is alligator pee.
Me: Muthah's Milk, baby. If you live in Windmill Village.
Julie chimed in: it really is awful stuff, Ellie. even worse than OML
Me: really don't think you should worry about it any more.
Worse than Old Milwaukee Light? C'mon Julie.
Swamp water? Puh-lease, Jacquie.
Finally Jane chimed in:
LOL so much. I love this conversation.
My first year at UVA I typed papers for this boy in my dorm in exchange for beer. The beer he brought me for slaving over my typewriter? Schlitz. Schlitz! Even a thirsty broke college girl saw that shit was inappropriate.
See? We can all agree. Miller High Life. The Champagne of Beers. And Better than Schlitz.