sommersmagning hos borgsbryghus

The almost Alaskan steam engine knows a fat Fraoch Heather Ale, but another raspy Guiness requires assistance from a hypnotic Keystone light. The gravy like stein graduates from the Miller. The ESB finds much coolness with a blue moon defined by an Ipswich Ale. When the Bacardi Silver leaves, the PBR ceases to exist. If a corona light buys an expensive drink for a dry hops, then the ridiculously incinerated Yuengling hesitates.

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