Do not take too much time to pick a beer.

Once upon a midnight dreary, I was standing in front of a wall full of yellow and brown bottles, and behind us there were turquoise and red ones on a shelf, and inside these bottles was alcohol, because sometimes it feels good to be drunk.

But there were so many options. Arbor Mist has some nice bottles, I just want to drink that cheap liver unwinder to feel sophisticated. Hypnotiq is like koolaid with acid reflux.

Natural Ice is an embarrassment, as are all other beers that end in "Ice" or "Best". The lagers smile flirtatiously from the side. They'll probably be the drink of choice for the night.

Then, out of the distance comes a man white a banjo. Dirty t-shirt and holes in his jeans:
" Ey NIGGER. Hurry up and pick a beer! "

Oh, I said to myself and my friends as we laughed. " It looks like you got your finger stuck in a socket, boy. FIX your hair! "

I tried to hug him but he grabbed his malt liquor and walked out with his two kids who looked like the Children of the Corn. " Dumb asses didn't even pick a BEER yet. Niggers. "

So I bought Arbor Mist and watched What Women Want with my mommy.