[Nice try, Clyde.]
I saw a video on YouTube.com of this pussy named Clyde indulging in a Brooklyn East India Pale Ale, and it brought up some serious questions: Could he possibly have used more tongue? How did he manage to let so much fall to the floor? Was this the first beer Clyde ever drank? And most importantly, how did Clyde get his paws on one of my beers?! If I ever find out that someone is selling and distributing my beers outside of these walls, I’ll pee in their shoes.
And Clyde, stop wasting beer. This is Brooklyn. Drink it like Karl does.