Hobo Jungle

[Frank53]

Schaefer - the one beer to have when you're having more than one


or thirty

[2railjon]

LOL!!! I was pretty much weened on Schaefer and Schlitz.

[Del Mar]

I am still confused. Does Miller equate their beer to a place next to Urbana? And what is the "High Life"? Would that be a state of continuous intoxication from imbibing their product? At least they don't keep Clydesdales next to the place where they make the beer.

San

[2railjon]

I told you he was sensitive.

[Mitch]

I remember Schaefer from my military days. When I was stationed in Davisville, R.I., we had four beers in our machines in the barracks. Naturally there was Bud, Old Milwaukee, Schaefer, and PBR @ $.50 a can. The extra money they made on us was used by Special Services to have parties aaaannnnddd, to provide more beer! Nothing personal, Frank, but I thought the Schaefer was canal water. The beer I grew up on was Schmidt's, of Philadelphia. I remember fishing the Buffalo Creek sitting under the PRR bridge getting shitfaced when I was 17 years old. Great thing about night fishing. You could get loaded, sick, and sober again before you went home! There was a short stint of the malt liquer thing before I went to the service. Anybody remember Colt 45 and Mustang Malt Liquer?

[Tramp]

Lads, I am drinking RIGHT NOW a FRESH (fresh as in weeks out of the brewery) Labatt 50. And these puppies are the finest swamp whippets you ever tasted.


WE're talking FRESH. I'm not excited though. Not in the least. I always use caps carelessly. It's only my favorite beer that I haven't tasted since 2005. 3 (THREE) cases are chilling in my shop.


Jon, I don't think it was the changed recipe that killed Schlitz, it was those ****** clowns.

Mitch, are you black?

San, I thought you were joking about the Champaign stuff. Funk me if it isn't true.

[Daisy]

And

Did you know that the town of Champaign, Illinois was forced to change the spelling of its name by les frogs who claimed naming their town Champagne was in violation of their sole legal rights to the NAME?

ps. I only drink Colt 45. And sometimes Champale. Even though I do have a black ***.

[Mitch]

Tramp, why would you ask me such a thing? Is it because of the malt liquer thing? Not that I'm offended, mind you, but I'm as white as rice. Malt liquer was about the same price as regular beer when I was a pup, but provided quite a bit more bang for the buck.

[2railjon]

on, I don't think it was the changed recipe that killed Schlitz, it was those ****** clowns.

Tramp!!!! LMFAO!!!!

DAIzzieieie!!!!!!! Always a pleaSuRe when you poSt ## I only drink malt liquer when I'm trying to kill myself. It has'nt worked so far. At least that's what I think. If I see a white light, I'm fuckin' going for it.

[Frank in Steam]

Yeah, but how about those $.05 wide mouth Rinegolds back in the early 70'x? Now that was beer drinking!

[Frank53]

Nothing personal, Frank, but I thought the Schaefer was canal water.

It probably was Mitch.

I remember going to the local Two Guys from Harrison with my Dad in the 60's and there was a liquor store there, either a part of Two Guys or subbed in.

He would buy a case of Schaefer for $4.95 every two or three weeks. When I turned about fourteen or so, it was every two weeks, and he said he didn't remember drinking that much.

[Mitch]

Jon, if you're tuned up and you see that white light coming, don't be too hasty to head for it. It could be a set of Dash 9s doing 50. You come back down here and sit by the fire for a while, you'll be alright.

[2railjon]

To this day my Dad keeps a case of Schaefer in the fridge. Old habits are hard to break. Times were pretty tough raising 5 kids. When us brothers get up there to visit, he enjoys the heck out of sampling our "good" beers. (Payback for all the brews we siphoned off him in our youth!!!) When we leave, we make sure the fridge is well stocked with the "good" beer placed in front of the Schaefers.

[Tramp]

In a numb daze, Cody headed back to Vermont that night. After leaving the opening, he stopped at a narrow neighborhood bar and began drinking, the place nearly empty and appealingly rough. Not sure why, he kept ordering Schaeffer after Schaeffer and playing the jukebox. After midnight, on directions from the bartender, he located a whore house near Port Authority, a dirty flight of vinyl-tile stairs, a glass cubical at the top with a tarted-up woman asking him questions; he was buzzed into an overly lit room with prostitutes lined up on metal folding chairs, the women a brown to pallid rainbow of ethnic variety, all half ugly in low-cut neon-colored leotards. He fled before making a choice, actually yelling when he ran down the sidewalk to his car.

[rogruth]

Sounds as if Cody made a wise choice.