THE SIGNS AS REALLY SHITTY NEW ZEALAND DOMESTIC BEERS
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Speights Gold Medal Pale Ale 11/100
âPride of the South? I pity the South because this is a bland beer that is really more for swilling than anything else. â
âI'm a big bolshy Aries. Look at me I am so strong, I can do anything. I can drive a ute blind folded and I can stack hay better than everyone. I am Aries. I am so gr8.â All those first year idiots that burn couches down in Dunedin, you can bet they're all Aries. Drink Speights, lose ur m8s. I hate these arrogant assholes. Impulsive or just straight up stupid? Such a masculine sign. Ugh! Take your hot head elsewhere, I loathe you.
HaÀgen Premium Malt Gold Lager 4/100
âDear lord I can smell the putrid bile from about three feet away... absolutely horrible smelling beer, this is... Composed of some sort of chemicals laced with urine and paint-thinner... this stuff smells awful. Texture is fizzy and rough, initialy somewhat sweet, then turning horribly sour and spoiled on the back of the tongue. A fizzy, tangy mistake of a beer. â
HaĂ€gen and Taurus are guilty of the same crime: false advertising. HaĂ€gen tricks you into thinking you're drinking an imported brew, something German, but the reality is it's just a really shitty domestic brew with an âexoticâ name. Fuck u HaĂ€gen ! Taurus tricks you into thinking you're dealing with a really sensitive and sweet person, but the reality is they are vain, stubborn, sour jerks. I hate âdown to earthâ people, especially when they aren't actually down to earth in any way at all. Yuck. Hate Taurus, just horrid people. Avoid at all costs.
â330ml can. Smells like cheap metallic beer. Taste is the same. A truly awful beer.â
Double Trouble. Easily the most terrible thing about Gemini is your âtwinâ nature. Â Twin is a euphemism though, it's actually a Jekyll and Hyde nature isn't it? People start getting to know you and you seem so lovely smart and great, but eventually your true side comes out and ruins everything. Just like a friend on Double Brown. 2 cans in and they're fine, life of the party. At the end of the box they've summoned Satan, puked on your new dress and are now in the corner pashing your lover. Geminis love only one thing and that is themselves. Fickle demons. Get fucked Gemini, I despise you.
Monteiths Summer Ale 10/100 CANCER
âStrange beer. I love rata honey, and it is faintly discernable. Sweet, bland, flat and vaguely nauseating brew. I tried to find a redeeming feature, but failedâ
Ugh I hate writing about Cancer, because I hate Cancers. This review sums up the Cancer experience perfectly though, âSweetâ sickly. âBlandâ absolutely. âFlatâ yep. âNauseatingâ nothing truer was written. I just can't be bothered with Cancers. It pisses me off so much when someone claims to be a fan of Cancers. Like have you actually ever spoken to one? Do you remember anything they have ever said? No right? All you remember is them sort of smiling their insincere grin and that's it. Cancers are clingy and moody and just plain trash. Nightmare sign. I seriously hate you Cancer.
âhad at some weird burger place in Dublin city centre .. . pale gold .. medium head .. . light mouth .. . hay mostly, maybe some sheep wool .. . rather boring but nothing off putting .. . . a party? ..like a cool kids party?? â
Your mum probably thinks Mac's Gold is a fancy brew and most people would look at a Leo and think they are fancy people. Not me though. I know the truth about Leo. Leo will take you out on a date, wearing something ridiculous like a fur jacket (borrowed from Aunty) and Versace leggings (bootlegs from AliExpress) and they'll offer to buy you a drink. You wait at the table and they prance over to you with a $10 jug of Mac's Gold to share, which you drink out of politeness. Now it's your round and Leo is demanding a negroni and they're hungry too, please order some curly fries (no class). Leo has $23 in their bank account and will drain yours. Fuck off Leo, I hate you and you suck.
âSomeone should approach the âbrewersâ of this muck at the Tui Brewery and ask them to define âEast India Pale Aleâ, because it sure as hell donât taste like one, and to top it off, it doesnât even warrant the title âaleâ or âbeerâ for that matter. What a shocker! Extremely insipid and utter Yuck.â
This review is more Virgo than Tui is Virgo. I would put $100 on the reviewer to be a Virgo. Virgo critique is always over the top. Such finicky little guys. Who cares if it's truly an ale or not? Only a Virgo. God, just calm down Virgo. Im so bored of you guys finding fault in everything. Nothing is good enough for you. If only you'd hold yourself to your lofty standards hey? Virgo is a fastidious little wanker. Get a life, I hate you.
âBest thing I can say about this is that the can looked pretty good. As for what was in the can well thatâs better left unsaid.â
Ahahaha I love this review, it is the perfect summary of Libra. Libras are sexy. I'm attracted to every single one of them, but only in a shallow looks way, because once they open their mouths I realise how utterly inane and stupid they are. Nobody likes a pleaser. If Libra stopped trying to make everyone happy, they'd be the perfect sign probably. Â It's not going to happen though. Libra is superficial. I drink New Zealand Lager simply because I like the can, it is really cool and gothic. A fashion can. I socialise with Libras because they are hot and look good on my arm. Libra is such a waste of space, get the hell away from me I hate you.
âA dirty beer brewed for dirty people. Little taste, no head retention, bloody horrible aroma.â
Dirty, devilish Scorpio. There's really nothing to you apart from your sex appeal. Sex sex sex sex sex. SO BORING. Lion Brown is probably the kind of beer you would take a break for. I can imagine Scorpio tying up a lover to their bed then undulating their way to the fridge, taking out a big bottle of the ol' brown then swigging from it thirstly, desperately , erotically, as they watched the lover writhe and squirm, ropes burning at wrists and ankles. They would then spit some of the Lion Brown on their lover's face and cackle while twisting their own nipple. Fucking creeps, I hate you Scorpio.
âLet me put it this way. Taste like nothing smells like nothing. But itâs %5.2 very easy drinking. Good beer for students BBQs and people who drinking beer to have a good time. Nice simple watery beer. Nothing interesting but good night on the piss kinda beer. â
Flame is the first beer that ever made me vomit. I sculled 4 back in quick succession behind a white van then teetered my way back into this âgrown upsâ party and watched two French men with dreadlocks play the fucking acoustic guitar. Maybe it wasn't the beer that made me chuck but the sight of those dreaded white men, but anyway how I felt reeling in that dark room, surrounded by a fog of weed smoke is how I feel when I have to communicate with a Sag: FUCKED UP. I do not understand this sign at all. Of  all the signs cruelty comes easiest to Sagittarius. They are so off hand with their nasty comments too which is a good indicator of them being sociopaths. Please breeders try have reproductive sex only at times that will 100% not result in a Sag baby. We need to eradicate this sign.
âIf youâre living on the bones of your ass and trying to fight off the shakes this will do the trick. Otherwise it should be avoided at all costs. â
What the hell are the traits of a Capricorn? I know everything about astrology yet I know nothing of Capricorn. That is simply because Capricorn is a nothing sign. Ranfurly is in fact too good a brew for Capricorn. This is how you make Capricorn's real brew: Go to a student flat after a big party and gather all the beer bottles that still have a few drips in them. Pour these drips into a glass. Ensure that you find some bottles with cigarette butts in them. The resulting drink is Capricorn's true brew. Capricorn yawn yawn yawn, don't talk to me, I hate you.
Boundary Road Chocolate Moose 12/100
âProbably the worst beer Iâve ever had. Like drinking beer flavoured hot chocolate. Too sweet to be taken seriously.â
I am usually very sweet about Aquarius, but I only do that because I know how fragile they are and don't usually take pleasure in making people cry. Here are my true feelings about Aquarius. You are trash. You're inconsistent and irritating. I hate your floaty ways. I hate your dopey, smiling face. I hate you Aquarius. I would never go to a bar and order a beer with a name like, âChocolate Mooseâ and I would never desire to have an Aquarius friend. I would rather drink the shitty Chocolate Moose than talk to an Aquarius though, must admit. I hate âfriendlyâ people, I hate humanitarians and I hate you.
âpale golden with small head. slightly skunked due to green bottle. grassy with slight hop. unremarkable lager.â
Pisces you are lucky that I have already roasted the fuck out of the other signs and am now feeling better and can't be bothered harming your spirit too much, because usually I rip on this sign with a ruthless zeal. You're not really worth trying to summon some more negative energy. The only people I have ever seen drink Steinlager were middle aged men in business shirts that had gravy stains on them. I want Pisces in my life as much as I want gravy stained 40 year olds in my life. I fucking hate you.