My fellow inebriates,
My dad swears by this freezer thingie he uses to keep cans of beer cold.
In this case, we’re having a Smithwick’s Red Ale. It’s a nice malty, mellow beer with low hops and creaminess.
I don’t know why my dad didn’t tell my mum about this beer—she would totally like it. Maybe he was using his freezer thingie to hide the words “Premium Red Ale.” It doesn’t matter, though. The freezer thingie itself is, in any case, a deterrent (for her, not me); she says it “smells like the freezer.”
I found Dad’s beer because I can smell it with my bear nose. Sure, I can also detect the freezer thingie’s gross freezer-burnt-what-the-hell-was it sitting-next-to-why-do-we-never-clean-the-freezer-maybe-the-whole-appliance-is-faulty-oh-wait-did-we-finally-bury-that-dead-gerbil odour, but I don’t care. As you can see, I bellied right up to it so I could help my dad drink that Smithwick’s.
I highly recommend getting several freezer thingies for your household so you don’t have to share.
I also recommend a dedicated beer fridge/freezer for them so they just smell like beer.
And if you have a deceased gerbil in a baggie in the freezer (because the ground was too hard to dig in winter), it’s probably time to have that funeral.
One thought on “Smithwick’s—yummy, cold, and redolent of all the crap in our very old freezer”
I’m sure the gerbil would appreciate a Premium Red Ale wake! Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. In the sure and certain knowledge that freezer burn does not keep one’s furry tuchus from floating up to the heavens – provided one’s corporeal parts are buried sufficiently well that the local raccoons do not dig one up. Amen.