The drunk fox jumped over the lazy dog

by sushiesque, concerning the matter of Tasty Things

If you don't have a valid driver's license, passport, or Massachusetts liquor ID to certify that you are 21 or older, please move on to the next post about meerkats or plush toys in the shape of whatever clever thing they're making plush toys of now.

My mother has kindly entrusted me with her beer coaster collection, which includes several for German brews. My favorite (though I've never tasted it) is Fuchsbüchler Berg Pils, because their mascot is a tiny, drunk fox, letterpressed in fetching orange-red and green and clutching a stein.

Remember Aesop's fable about the wily fox and the beer? The moral of the story is that beer is delicious.

Previously on Adorablog: Cherry ale, with Pucca.