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  On 12/23/2023 at 2:27 PM, beerwolf said:

Merry Christmas IDM dudes 🎅

I have a massive bounty of beer to pour down my neck. I may take a picture later 🍺

I flew home so I was preparing for a holiday without beer, but then my brother offered to pick me up some 3 Fonteinen geuze and Orval on his way out.

Love your 3x3 Rochefort stash, that's ace.

Cheers!

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glowing in beige on the national stage

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  On 4/17/2013 at 2:45 PM, Alcofribas said:

afaik i usually place all my cum drops on scientifically sterilized glass slides which are carefully frozen and placed in trash cans throughout the city labelled "for women ❤️ alco" with my social security and phone numbers.

There's more beer!!!

Thornbridge selection. Czech Mates is the beer at the back a collab with Thornbridge and Budvar 🙌

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A very merry the war on christmas to all, and happy holidays!

 

No pics of my beer selection for beerwolf, but here's the rundown of this year's Christmas beer rotation: Gouden Carolus Christmas, 7 Fjell Xmas Imp, St. Feuillien Cuvee de Noel, Kinn Tomasmesse, Kinn Solsnu, Nøgne Ø Rød Jul,  Chimay blue, Rochefort 10, Orval, Hansa Julebrygg (this one is nothing special just local cheap and decently smooth caramelly Christmas ale, the rest are all excellent (haven't tried the St. Feuillien or Nøgne Ø varieties yet though)). I probably forgot something. Skål! God jul!

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Some songs I made with my fingers and electronics. In the process of making some more. Hopefully.

 

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Time for the Christmas tradition of setting fire to my neighbours fence and have a wank in their garden

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I'm living the ultimate Christmas Psychedelic Wolf Man Apocalyptic experience. Every time I look in the mirror I travel further and deeper into the eye of the storm. I never want to escape, even if I did, it's far too late. 
My day revolves around hunting woodland creatures like rabbits, badgers and muntjack. Maybe a fully grown deer from Windsor Great Park. I then take their pelts to keep me warm in my hideyhole, their skulls as ornaments, their bones for furniture, cooking utensils and rudimentary tools. The meat is either smoked for hard times or plunged into a cauldron of bubbling vegetable broth, the vegetables procured from Farmer Barleymows own allotment. 
The person who turns up at We Are The Music Makers is not me, it is an interloping imposter created by pagan spell and sorcery.  The real Mr Quinn is The Wolf Man and reigns supreme!!!

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