TKC Beer Review: Nut Cracker Ale isn't bad

The holidays are the perfect time for a lot of drinking.

A couple of days ago I was watching Kevin Costner's serial killer movie Mr. Brooks with a couple of bimbos and like most female idiots they began to express their concern that they would meet an untimely death by the hands of a mass murderer.

I had to roll my eyes, look at their boobs and explain that the meticulous, cold, calculating, serial killer is a hackneyed cinematic device which is intended to express a larger fear of devious forces at work against us in much the same way that zombie movies highlight the fear of infection or alien movies depict the various attitudes with which the American movie-going public regards Mexicans . . . Either as harmless pets (E.T) or dangerous, malevolent invaders hell bent on world domination and draining the planet's resources (Independence Day et al.).

Anyhoo, I explained to these to these dopey broads that they would most likely meet an unpleasant demise because of a car crash, heart disease, cancer or interracial dating.



Luckily, I was sipping the newfangled Boulevard Nutcracker Ale while I was explaining the facts of life to these dumb broads.

The shit ain't bad.

Nothing to write home about but it tastes like the holiday season . . . And not in a "My family can't get along because the legacy of divorce has ruined our sense of trust" kind of way but more like a nice TV commercial with giggling white women and comfortable looking sweaters.

I totally recommend the beer to share with your loved ones or simply to keep you company while you sit alone, in a basement, looking for relevant links and wondering if God really exists given that women have no integrity after they've had 2 and 1/2 beers and the holiday season just seems like another excuse to hate the homeless.