The year is 2051. Ten years after World War 4. We were the only ones left on the planet after the Hollocaust, eh. The earth had been, like, devistated by nuclear war. Like, Russia blew up the US and the US blew up Russia, eh. Lucky for us, we'd been off planet on vacation at the time of the war, eh. There wasn't much to do. All the bowling alleys had been wrecked. So's we spent most of our time looking for beer.
This week we get strange. Strange brew, that is. Mike and Toby both sit down with that funky pink bottle and dare to try the Voodoo Doughnut Bacon Maple Ale(doughnuts not included). Toby has a flying dog in a cape bring him a bottle of Galaxy from Anchorage. Then Mike tries the Urkontinent just before releasing a jar of moths in the theatre. Thanks for listening and, like, send us an email or something - you hosers! Cheers!
