If there is one thing that understands me, it is German lagers. Which is good, 'cause I sure as hell don't understand them. I mean, what the fluff does "Kellerbier" even mean? Does anyone even know? It's just a random collection of letters, like "Monchshof" and "German." One thing I do know about German lagers is this: I like 'em. They taste like good beer. If I had to die tomorrow I'd want to go out drinking German Lagers, rolling nude in my Skittles pool, spoiled nasty from a lifetime of riches and excess, and surrounded by my spurned and disowned loved ones.
Did you know that the Germans are legally barred from putting any weird shit in their beer? It's true. I read about it on the interwebs (those things you are on now)! The Germans, I believe, hate both weird (non-sex related) shit and bad beers, and I show my approval by drinking their good beers to excess.
Monchshof Kellerbier, from Kulmbacher Brauerei, is some tasty (non-sex related) beer. There is a malty perfection, and smoothness of smokey beer liquid in my face. It has a good body and nice legs. Not so much by way of tits. Two out of three, though... Yup, good beer.
I'd like to wax poetic and ramble on about it if I wasn't so busy drinking. So, clearly, good beer. Drink this beer.
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