growin' up, this is what my hillbilly sisters slammed down their throats at every single house party. they made fun of me 'cuz i'd spend $8 on six-pack of bell's oberon, then they would make pukey faces when trying a sip.

there's something peanut-butter-and-jelly-esque about backwoods country worldviews and keystone beer.


like drinkin' horse piss! not that i would know anything about horse piss.

stop judging me.


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