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





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