Tuesday, December 15, 2009

My daughter, the genius.

My 18-year-old daughter came home with the letters FACK inked on the knuckles of her right hand.

"What's that," I asked.
"It's the name of a new beer my friends and I want to make."
"How'd you choose that name?"
Then in her best VO voice:
"At the end of a hard day, you need a Facken beer."
"Give me a Facken beer."
"I don't just want a beer, I want a Facken beer."

I have a feeling I'll be working for her someday.
(Not that I don't already.)
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3 comments:

  1. Tore ClaessonDecember 15, 2009 at 11:15 PM

    I'd need one right now.
    Finally home after a long day.
    Furnice blew up.
    Seven grand out the window.
    And I don't have facken beer in the house.

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  2. jeavesDecember 16, 2009 at 9:16 AM

    I like it in a collegiate sort of way. Their spokesperson would be a Fack Face.

    Not to tromp my Canadian brothers from down east, but I can hear it now...I wuz fack'd up wid-dat Fack'n beer geez by'e don't jew know.

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  3. AnonymousDecember 16, 2009 at 9:22 AM

    In England there's a chain of pubs called Firkin. "I'm off to the Firkin pub, mate".

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