Sentences with phrase «warm beer»

«Penny, my leopard, is 18 months old and weighs 120 pounds,» she said as we drank warm beer in her compound.

We don't want warm beer don't we?

You can tell he's supposed to be washed up, incidentally, because in the first scene he drinks half - finished bottles of warm beer on tumbling out of bed — and after that, of course, never touches another drop.

I am in no mood ever to sit in the hot sun at a ball game, chow down on a soggy hot dog and drink warm beer with thousands of other fans jostling me for elbow room.

Then pour 1 cup of warm beer over your hair and leave to soak in for 5 minutes then rinse clean.

Called Scotch on Scotch, the beer is described by Boulevard as a liquid fireplace, and is a hearty, warming beer brewed with a touch of smoked malt and hopped with Magnum, Chinook, and Northern Brewer hops for a spicy earthiness.

No, wait, don't sit at a vista point drinking warm beer out of a paper bag and sighing loudly, this is just a hypothetical scenario.

Try rinsing with a cup of warm beer once a month and see the difference.

Why do the British drink warm beer?

It won't win by a Labour equivalent of warm beer and old maids bicycling.»

He didn't mind that the shaker's flat planes often resulted in a palm - warmed beer.

A slightly heavier, warmer beer, St. Peter's pairs well with baked sweet potatoes and steaks or a chicken cacciatore.

Whisk together the warm beer with the sugar and the yeast.

Carefully remove the beer can (discard the warm beer), carve, and serve.

Maybe not the warm beer, though.»

Yum Yum, warm beer... still fun.

Waited until everyone was asleep, snuck out of camp and drank warm beer.

Columnist Mike Royko, of the Chicago Daily News, doesn't think much of the plans of FANS (Fight to Advance the Nation's Sports), Ralph Nader's new consumer group formed to combat cold hot dogs, warm beer, unpopular trades and high ticket prices.

We took possession of this remarkable machine in England, and yet the land of warm beer won't figure in the proposed timetable beyond being the port of embarkation and, should all go to plan, return.

Cricket on the green, long shadows on county grounds, warm beer, invincible green suburbs, dog lovers and pools fillers, «old maids bicycling to Holy Communion through the morning mist» and Shakespeare still read in school.

They mix its desiccated remains with some warm beer on an impulsive night, and now they see visions of the past and near future for everyone they encounter.

Michaelbrent has been kind enough to provide us with a sample from this story: Malachi waited in the saloon, his hand curled around a warm beer, and wondered how long it would be before he could just kill someone.