whiteelephant29's Journal

Boddington's
My time off wasn't as exciting as some of ya'll. No, I didn't get to murder shellfish. No, I didn't get to partake in any terrorist activity. No, I didn't get to look down at people who go to casinoes.

But my time off wasn't a total loss, for I have discovered Boddington's.

A buddy of mine IMed me on Saturday and invited me over to his pad to watch the England/Portugal World Cup soccer game. Upon my arrival he handed me a beer. It was in a can and contained a wicket inside.

"I've been saving two of these for an English soccer game," he told me.

The can said it was something called Boddington's. I took the can, opened it, and partaked of the sweet nectar.

My life has been changed forever.

Soon all traces of tiredness were washed away. It was like drinking from the fabled Fountain of Youth. My attitude prior to the beer was like that of some 80s song that plays on the radio. As I drank from the can, my attitude improved considerably. My attitude went from that of some Mariah Carey song that you don't really pay attention to on the radio to that of let's say...Three Six Mafia's "Poppin' My Collar."

"Now ever since I can remember I've been poppin' my collar,
Poppin', poppin' my collar,
Poppin', poppin' my collar"

Now, I love beer, and I like to drink. So, I have a little alcohol tolerance. But I actually got a baby buzz from a single pint of this stuff. Amazing.

Oh, I have found a new friend, and its name is Boddington's.

In short, it was good shit.

As for the game, well it wasn't what my buddy and I hoped for. English (and Irish) blood flows through these vains, thus my hopes of a victory on their behalf. The English got bounced on penalty kicks. Rats...

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