christmas beer label banned


Ho Ho, No? State Bans Santa Beer
By CLARKE CANFIELD, AP

PORTLAND, Maine (Dec. 2) - A beer distributor says Maine is being a Scrooge by barring it from selling a beer with a label depicting Santa Claus enjoying a pint of brew.

the man has to schlep the world in less than 24 hours and he's not entitled to a celebratory beer? or is it his fabulous fat ass?

shame on you portland, maine!

Comments

Writeprocrastinator said…
Not for a second do I think that they should ban this, but I don't want to think about Saint Nick's bottom or worse, him being a bottom.

Fuckin' butch it up Santa, butch it the fuck up!
2:24 PM
Eric Riback said…
They also banned two other labels that have bare breasts. Guess John Ashcroft moved to Maine. I used to live there and am disappointed. It's still a conservative preppy place, much as I love it.

But since we're talking about beer, it was also an early player in the microbrew movement and is home to my favorite brewery, Shipyard.
10:47 PM
Katie Schwartz said…
oh, wp, "butch it the fuck up santa" I am crying, I'm laughing so hard. you have a yarn to spin!!! there is something there and you must spin it.
8:34 AM
Katie Schwartz said…
I know shipyard, eric!!!

such a shame about the other labels. so, so sad.

how was your thanksgiving? what did you make? you're a connoisseur of fine food and wines, I imagine it was divine.
8:35 AM
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