I was contacted by one of the largest beer makers in America about something going on this Sunday as part of the Packer-Cowboy game.  They wanted me to tell you all about it so that you might read what I write then go drink a bunch of their beer.

But when I asked them if I was going to get any free beer out of the deal, all I got back was “I just work in the PR department - I don’t even know who to talk to about that.”

Well, my sweet, sweet beer intern?  I’m afraid I can’t give you any airtime if you can’t offer me anything in return.  Naked pictures would have worked too, and that wouldn’t have cost you a thing.  But you were all “I’m not that kind of girl.” I asked if you had a penis, to which you vehemently declared you didn’t.  To me?  So long as you aren’t smuggling grapes in those bikini briefs, you ARE that kind of girl.

So instead of talking about their beer, I’m going to talk about Schlitz.  I guess they’re going back to their roots, the 60’s, when they made really, really good beer.  And they’re breaking out a new retro mascot, too.  Miss December 1968.  I’d like to tap those kegs.

I bet that intern wishes she’d have sent me the free beer now. Or at least the pictures.

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