Quotes About Beer

Beer commercials usually show big men, manly men, doing manly things: "You've just killed a small animal. It's time for a light beer." Why not have a realistic beer commercial, with a realistic thing about beer, where someone goes, "It's 5:00 in the morning. You've just pissed on a dumpster. It's Miller time."

First there was a young guy sitting in front of television in a T-shirt drinking beer with his mother, then there was an older fatter person sitting in front of television in a T-shirt drinking beer with his mother.

Anyone can drink beer, but it takes intelligence to enjoy beer.

He felt around desperately for a weapon. What did he have? Diapers? Cookies? Oh, why hadn't they given him a sword? He was the stupid warrior, wasn't he? His fingers dug in the leather bag and closed around the root beer can. Root beer! He yanked out the can shaking it with all his might. "Attack! Attack!" he yelled.

Barack Obama, you know has a lot of supporters here in America, but he's very popular internationally. It's quite interesting. This is a true story. It was in the paper. Barack Obama is so popular in the African town where his father was born, they've named a beer after him. That's true. Yeah. So next time you're in Africa, sit back, relax, and enjoy a tall, cold Barackelob Light. Good enough. Clearly not as popular a beer as it used to be.

Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer.

Basically I am a low-culture person. I prefer watching baseball with a beer and some meatballs.

If they had built the Energy East pipeline to transport beer, we'd be okay.

I meditate and put on a rubber tire with three bottles of beer. Most of the time I just sit picking my nose and thinking.

I know I looked skinnier in The House Bunny, but thanks to my diet of beer and doughnuts, I'm back to my fightin' weight!'

When dealing with complex transportation issues, the best thing to do is pull up with a cold beer and let somebody else figure it out.

And the commercials would have sickened a goat raised on barbed wire and broken beer bottles.

Who am I, why am I here? Forget the question, someone give me another beer.

Beer and Rugby are more or less synonymous.

I should be the face of Samuel Smith Beer. That'd be great.

Raise up your glasses against evil forces; Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses.

Not all chemicals are bad. Without chemicals such as hydrogen and oxygen, for example, there would be no way to make water, a vital ingredient in beer.

Leinenkugels makes better beer now that Miller bought them. It will license insecure people to like craft beers.

I would change policy, bring back natural grass and nickel beer. Baseball is the belly-button of our society. Straighten out baseball, and you straighten out the rest of the world.

Everybody's old enough for a beer, ain't that right, Mule?

Next to music beer was best.

My beer has been universally well-liked beyond my most sanguine expectations. Cannot serve half my customers, and they are increasing every day.

How to Overthrow the System: brew your own beer; kick in your Tee Vee; kill your own beef; build your own cabin and piss off the front porch whenever you bloody well feel like it.

I don't consider weed to be any worse than having a beer.

That's right, there's free beer in Irish paradise. Everyone's jealous.

I'd give my goddamned soul for just a glass of beer.

I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.

The roots and herbes beaten and put into new ale or beer and daily drunk, cleareth, strengtheneth and quickeneth the sight of the eyes.

I gave examples from my clinical practice of how love was not wholly a thought or feeling. I told of how that very evening there would be some man sitting at a bar in the local village, crying into his beer and sputtering to the bartender how much he loved his wife and children while at the same time he was wasting his family's money and depriving them of his attention. We recounted how this man was thinking love and feeling love--were they not real tears in his eyes?--but he was not in truth behaving with love.

Milk is for babies. When you grow up you have to drink beer.

I no longer needed a reason for my existence, just a reason to live. And imagination, free will, love, humor, fun, music, sports, beer, and pizza are all good enough reasons for living. But living an honest life - for that you need the truth.

Give me oysters and beer, for dinner every day of the year, and I'll be fine.

Some people wanted champagne and caviar when they should have had beer and hot dogs.

Edward Abbey said you must brew your own beer; kick in you Tee Vee; kill your own beef; build your cabin and piss off the front porch whenever you bloody well feel like it. I already had a good start. As a teenager in rural Maine, after we came to America, I had learned hunting, fishing, and trapping in the wilderness. My Maine mentors had long ago taught me to make home brew. I owned a rifle, and I'd already built a log cabin. The rest should be easy. I thought I'd give it a shot.

I learned early to drink beer, wine and whiskey. And I think I was about 5 when I first chewed tobacco.

Rugby is great. The players don't wear helmets or padding; they just beat the living daylights out of each other and then go for a beer. I love that.

Drinking beer in a children's playground is an old Soviet tradition.

If a man ordered a beer milk shake, he thought, he'd better do it in a town where he wasn't known.

I'll smoke weed occasionally, on special occasions like a movie night or something. I like to drink beer but whenever it comes to hard drugs, I really believe that they hurt your body, deplete your energy.

My drug of choice is beer. It's not only socially accepted, you can't even watch a football game without having it shoved in your face a thousand times.

It is a great feeling to know that from a window I can go to books to cans of beer to past loves. And from these gather enough dream to sneak out a back door.

In my opinion, most of the great men of the past were only there for the beer - the wealth, prestige and grandeur that went with the power.

When I started playing music at East Tennessee State University I would sit on a stool with a tip jar in front of me and play four hours a night at a college bar called Quarterback's Barbecue. I wasn't thinking about doing it for a living. I was just making enough money to go to Taco Bell every day. People were eating chips, drinking beer and not listening to me. I'd had three or four years of people ignoring me, and I'd kind of gotten used to it.

If someone from Germany or somewhere, who had no idea what baseball was, saw Kruk play, he'd wonder what the beer truck driver was doing playing first base.

Milk are for babies, when you get older you drink beer.

There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.

I was 35 years old and not in the best of shape. I spent many late nights playing music, drinking beer, and eating Taco Bell.

We should thank God for beer and burgundy by not drinking too much of them.