I am visiting the dark side again, quaffing another dark cold one. On the can it says “Let the midnight stars light your way to this dark lager.” I am here for the beer, not a fancy-pants poetry reading. I say let the beer do the talking. I like the name, Midnight Lager. Looks good, smells good, tastes good. This beer is smooooooth. Smoother than Fred Astaire, James Bond and Frank Sinatra** all put together. Smooth as in cool and convincing, as in bending me to its will, as in I would like to have another.
Good beer, did I mention it is smooth?
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