Conversation overheard on a nature trail as we came upon half a case worth of empty Natural Ice cans and a dirty Yankees baseball cap:
Husband: I wonder if that guy woke up the next day and was like “fuck! I must have blacked out on Natty Ice and lost my favorite hat.”
Me: I wonder if they could make a version of beer called “Natural Bumppo”. Get it... “Natty Bumppo”? I’d buy it.
>cricket noises<
Me: Get it? Natty Bumppo? Last of the Mohicans? Nevermind.
Later on there was another awkward conversation involving me wondering about a possible Sesame Street/Our Town- Grover’s Corners parody that also fell pretty flat. I’ve since learned to keep literary references out of my beer jokes. And I also died a little inside.
Husband: I wonder if that guy woke up the next day and was like “fuck! I must have blacked out on Natty Ice and lost my favorite hat.”
Me: I wonder if they could make a version of beer called “Natural Bumppo”. Get it... “Natty Bumppo”? I’d buy it.
>cricket noises<
Me: Get it? Natty Bumppo? Last of the Mohicans? Nevermind.
Later on there was another awkward conversation involving me wondering about a possible Sesame Street/Our Town- Grover’s Corners parody that also fell pretty flat. I’ve since learned to keep literary references out of my beer jokes. And I also died a little inside.
