And so I’m quietly sitting in a small bar in Brussels sipping a Piraat Ale. I’m savoring the flavor when a fruit fly on a Kamikaze mission does a suicide dive into my beer. I see the fallen enemy combatant in my drink and use a spoon to fish it out. The bartender sees my search and recovery effort and apologizes profusely for the beer invader. He offers me another beer gratis. I graciously accept the offer for the new beer. He tries to remove the Piraat still two thirds full. Huh? Did I say I was done with that beer?
Sweet divine nectar
Gambrinus showered on us
We must imbibe