She was Schwepped off her feet!
You look pale Ale.
My parents and I moved from the USA to Canada when I was a kid and we've lived there ever since. My father recently quit drinking alcohol, and when asked about it, he likes to say: "I drank up all that they had in America, so now I'm drinking Canada Dry."
He said: "Is it good looking?"
Trevor loved tractors. And I mean, really loved tractors. Forget any obsessions or high-level interests you may have, chances are they pale in the face of Trevor’s love for tractors.
Every day Trevor would get up, in his tractor-themed bedroom in his tractor-themed house, with its tractor-themed wallpaper and tractor-themed carpets, and he would make his bed with its tractor-themed duvet and tractor-themed sheets. He would go downstairs in his tractor-themed pajamas into his tractor-themed kitchen, with its tractor-themed tiles and cupboards, and he would eat his breakfast while perusing the latest tractor-themed magazine or annual.
Trevors’s degree in Agricultural Engineering hung on his living room wall, along with a copy of his thesis, which centred around (you guessed it) tractors. The living room was decorated with all sorts of tractor-related trinkets, including die-cast models, paintings and drawings.
The hedges in Trevor’s front garden were trimmed in the shape of tractors. His lawn was vividly decorated with tractor-driving garden gnomes, and his garden furniture was constructed from various parts from vintage tractor designs.
Trevor just had one thing missing from his otherwise tractor-centric life; he had never actually owned, nor driven, a real tractor.
Not for his lack of trying, of course. Trevor had been to many tractor shows over the years, and visited many farms with friends of his, but none of the tractors he had seen had ever been quite right. Trevor was so knowledgeable about tractors that every single one he had come across had possessed some hidden trait that he wasn’t keen on. His first experience of driving a real tractor had to be perfect.
One day, Trevor was flicking through one of his favourite publications, Powertrain Quarterly, when there was a knock at the door. Trevor answered, and it was his friend and fellow tractor enthusiast, Jeff.
Trevor welcomed Jeff in, and over tea and crumpets served on tractor-themed crockery, they discussed the merits of aluminium drawbars and front-end loaders. Eventually Trevor pressed Jeff to explain the reason for his visit.
“Well” said Jeff, “As I’m sure you know the convention comes to town later”.
The convention. Trevor had been thinking of little else the past three weeks. The neighbouring town annually threw a convention for farmers, particularly farmyard machinery. There would be combine harvesters, lawnmowers, and of course, tractors.
“Yes of course” replied Trevor... keep reading on reddit ➡
Because it’s Ale Mania!!
So I now identify as M, I gave up the ale
It made Bud wiser.
If you're not 21 years old, you won't be able to live in a hotel because it's a hot ale. I hope you understood, and don't do that under any (air) conditioning!
like the title says im in need of a funny/catchy/witty/ pun name for my new pub! there are already a few pubs around with catchy pun names like pub-lick, and sub-urban (they make sub sandwiches at lunch) can we come up with something better!! some info that might help you out. the pub is going to be in canberra, act, australia in the city centre i.e. civic.
lets see what we can come up with!!
It was toad.
In Barbados a chicken & mushroom pie is £2.30
In St Kitts and Nevis a mince and onion pie costs £1.75
In Trinidad and Tobago you can have a steak and Ale pie for £2.50.
These are the Pie rates of the Caribbean.
They called him Ale Capone.
Waitress: We have coke, diet coke, ginger ale, root beer in a bottle and Shirley Temple in a bottle
Dad: wait, how did you get her in the bottle?
I asked my dad if he was in a fraternity when he was in school.
He said "Yeah, I was in Tappa Kegga Ale."
"Ginger-ale? More like Ginger-stale!"
Co-workers were talking about going to a beer tasting this weekend. Here is how the conversation unfolded.
Coworker 1: They are show casing pale ales this time.
Coworker 2: When is their ales and stouts tasting?
CW1: Oh it was last weekend.
CW2: Damn, a stout sounds so good right now.
Me: Man, sounds like you really miss-stout.
A girl walks up to me and asks: "Do you have any Ginger Ale?" Me: "Well we only have 1 red-headed friend with us, let me see if he brought any Ale." Girl stares at me blankly.