Love Bock Beer. It always reminds me of my dear old dad.
My Dad used to drink some horrible swill called Brown Derby or something like that. It came in ugly little bottles like that. He let me try it and it was awful. He told me he learned to like the taste of it during WW II. Said tasted like pure heaven back then. I can only imagine.
Geeez… now my Leinenkugel comment is completely out of context. Everyone’s going to think I got some kind of Chippewa Falls fetish. Thanks Moddderrrrattttor. This place just isn’t like it used to be back when Jay took care of things.
Bwaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaha…you suck at spelling, though. 
2 things.
- A Leinenkugel comment is NEVER out of context.
- It’s only a fetish if you dress your ventriloquist dummy like Dr. Frankenfurter and the 2 of you sing “lets do the time warp” WHILE DRINKING Leinenkugel red. Anything else is just a mild obsession with a good brew… at least thats how my therapist explained it.
I was really enjoying this thread until it was dragged off topic.
If you think he sucks at spelling, wait till you see him tapdance !
Any thing with a Genesee label would remind me of my dear old Dad. When I was 10 they took me back to western New York to “meet the rest of the family” , and the first place we stopped was the home of his cousin Allen Goffe in Rochester. I remember the start of a 16 hour marathon euchre session in the Goffe’s basement; coolers loaded with Genesee. Allen’s son Chuck slipped me a bottle - don’t remember the specific type, but it was Genesee and the label was red. After the first few twiching sips, it started tasting really good and the sips turned to gulps.
Half-hour later I fell asleep and missed hours 5-13.
(Hey I was only 10, okay?)
Finally woke up when Chuck’s 17-yr-old sister Stephanie started dragging me to a spare bedroom so I was off the floor and out of the way. She brought me some breakfast in a tee-shirt and not much else the next morning; which woke me up right away!
(Hey, I might have been only 10, but I already had figured out that she was H-H-H-HAWT!) 
Any thing with a Genesee label would remind me of my dear old Dad. When I was 10 they took me back to western New York to “meet the rest of the family” , and the first place we stopped was the home of his cousin Allen Goffe in Rochester. I remember the start of a 16 hour marathon euchre session in the Goffe’s basement; coolers loaded with Genesee. Allen’s son Chuck slipped me a bottle - don’t remember the specific type, but it was Genesee and the label was red. After the first few twiching sips, it started tasting really good and the sips turned to gulps.
Half-hour later I fell asleep and missed hours 5-13.
(Hey I was only 10, okay?) >
Finally woke up when Chuck’s 17-yr-old sister Stephanie started dragging me to a spare bedroom so I was off the floor and out of the way. She brought me some breakfast in a tee-shirt and not much else the next morning; which woke me up right away!
(Hey, I might have been only 10, but I already had figured out that she was > H-H-H-HAWT!> ) >
…Good old fashion, wholesome, childhood memories. Maybe more to the story than you remember … possibility of a broadcasting of certain affections?,…hence, the SPECIAL breakfast in bed…
Finally woke up when Chuck’s 17-yr-old sister Stephanie started dragging me to a spare bedroom so I was off the floor and out of the way. She brought me some breakfast in a tee-shirt and not much else the next morning; which woke me up right away!
(Hey, I might have been only 10, but I already had figured out that she was > H-H-H-HAWT!> ) >
Could it be that Stephanie was actually your first Cougar? 10 vs. 17 is the equivalent of 20 vs. 34 and I’m pretty sure we’d classify that as a Cougar!
LO freakin L 
DaWG, THIS POST HAS IT ALL: Family ties, Beer, Uchre, underage drinking, a cougar & near naked-ness. No wonder Carroll Shelby died: he read this post!!! 