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There's a new pub in town it's called the Rabbit Hole Tavern. You walk downstairs into a dank bar that smells of carrot whiskey, desperation and a tinge of brimstone.
Before you stands a confused crying rabbit wearing an apron and staring with panic stricken eyes. "You're our ever first patron kind sir or madame whichever you may be, but we haven't tapped any of the kegs yet" We've got six taps, which six beers would you like to be served?
Basically that was a long and stupid way of asking, if you could choose 6 beers to be on draft at your favorite drinking hole which six would it be?
Before you stands a confused crying rabbit wearing an apron and staring with panic stricken eyes. "You're our ever first patron kind sir or madame whichever you may be, but we haven't tapped any of the kegs yet" We've got six taps, which six beers would you like to be served?
Basically that was a long and stupid way of asking, if you could choose 6 beers to be on draft at your favorite drinking hole which six would it be?