The Goche tastes beer for the first time. The Goche does not like it.
But I can’t blame him… I didn’t like it at first either. I just pretended to like it so my friends wouldn’t call me weak. My roommate, affectionately called “The Goche,” celebrated his 21st birthday last night at midnight by cracking open a bottle of Lumberjack Stout.
That’s right. His first beer ever was a Monday Night original. Though, in hindsight, perhaps a stout was not the greatest choice. I think a Coors Light would have been more palatable.
Just look at that face… the slightly disgusted grimace of a soon-to-be beer lover.
Jonathan, Joel & Jeff
July 30th, 2007 at 8:39 am
Classic parting line.
August 2nd, 2007 at 10:23 am
Keep up the face puckering!
August 2nd, 2007 at 1:42 pm
weak sauce goche, very weak sauce.
December 31st, 2007 at 9:19 pm
[...] to unwind a little. So I went to the fridge – and lo and behold – new beer! My roommate The Goche took it upon himself to bring back 3 full growlers from Belt Creek Brewpub in Montana. Montana, you [...]