I awoke this morning to find another dead baby bird. The smell of death lingers all around right now - or maybe that is the stench of the new Spiderman movie. I'm not sure, I can't separate the two.
The whole tragedy inspired me to write a haiku....
you lived by my door
but you'll never get to fly
now you chirp to god
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That poem is so sad. Your beer definately needs to be in memory of the baby birdies. RIP babes.
Very sensitive, Cody, but I'm not drinking any Dead Bird Brew.
oh, sad. what's the latest?
Hey who is this lindo guy? I kinda like the idea myself.
I saw a T-Shirt the other day that read "Polygamy Porter...When You Want To Have More Than One"
oh he's just a guy who will NOT be drinking any beers from this batch!
Don't listen to lindo... you don't have to name it Dead Bird, but you can come up with something bird related.
I love Polygamy Porter... cuz you can't have just one.
'free bird pale ale' gets my vote...the only problem with polygamy porter is that it is made in utah, and they don't believe in giving beer its full alcohol potential...tastes good, though...
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