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At Harpoon, we have always worked hard at two things: brewing great beer and welcoming our customers to our breweries. Our beer styles were created to provide you, our beer-drinking friends, with fresh, fun and interesting choices. We draw on numerous brewing traditions to make our beers, but we always add our own “interpretation” of how the styles can be best matched to our – and your - tastes.
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We invite all of you to visit our Boston brewery, where it all began, and our beautiful brewery in Windsor, Vermont.
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Dec 10 2009 8:16 PM
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Nov 18 2009 7:05 PM
So happy the Winter Warmer is back for the season. It truly is my favorite beer of all time. Cheers!
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Aug 15 2009 5:30 PM
THE PREPPY FILES
1. Think of Preppy as positive thinking gone horribly wrong, thinking positively out of wack with reality, schizophrenic, as in thinking you can change your gender without an operation. There is no way in Hell a female, Preppy or not, can physically turn her clitoris into 12 inches of man throb by thinking she can. She can spend 24/7 in a chair for years, seeing herself pissing like a race horse on fire hydrants on command with feeling all she likes but when the true test of manhood is before her, she is going to miss the urinal and fill up her shoe every time, even if she is the reigning Princess of Preppy. Practice doesn't always make perfect, more is usually less and a picture isn't always worth 1000 words. Sometimes a picture isn't worth a mutter and in a Preppy's case it's worth even less. Preppies can't always get what they want but according to Sir Mick, sometimes they get what they need.
2. Envision a crew of arthritic Preppy lawn bowling champions heading off to Law School for the Fall semester, after spending a grueling summer at the Cape shagging neighborhood pets and keeping detailed journals of the affairs, instead of opening them up like alarm clocks to see what makes them tick. A crew of New England's finest, decked out in deck shoes without socks, plaid shorts and pink polo shirts with pastel colored cashmere v-necks casually draped over their shoulders. A breed unto themselves and one the Great Gatsby himself wouldn't have taken hunting, before seeing Deliverance even on a dare. The men sporting short hair, the women not sporting at all, which curiously enough, helps to maintain strong Preppy blood lines despite their penchant for incest and pet sex. What..............
I'd have posted the whole show but with limited space you know how it is. Just go to my blog to read the rest....it's easy.
Jul 17 2009 1:27 PM
THE FLY
things are so good
flies are inviting me to dinner
Johnny Transistor,
July 17, 2009
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Jul 2 2009 7:04 PM
Jun 18 2009 6:02 PM
In Praise of Dogs
without friends and a decent social network
we'd be less than fire hydrants
scattered by road sides waiting for dogs.............
to keep us up on the latest
like postmen are supposed to do now.
the better we'd treat 'em
the more they'd hang out
just fucking the dog in the sun with their friends.
ya see
even a dog attracts people.
and a postman?
well, he doesn't even ring once
instead, haphazardly delivering his mark......... bills, junk mail
and the occasional dead guy's collection agency debt threats
it not mattering who gets whose mail.
he carries pepper spray in praise of dogs
as he beats his busy 9 to 5
monday through friday path through your hedge
rushing to deliver the same neighborly message
to ever one of your neighbors.
people in cars
who don't even know your name
but know your dog's instead.
Johnny Transistor
June 16, 2009
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Jun 11 2009 2:57 PM
DR. KOOP says..............play ball
Why is panic in our city, running through the streets? It is fear, contagious, like fire melting summer heat. With a death toll mounting, and panic ripping the sky, ripping open an exit wound for souls to ride their final ride............Because some Palm Beach cat got clipped by a kid riding a lawn mower. That's why.
Hey man, lets play ball. Finding a mangled cat, clipped while high on cat nip in the outfield, by some high on weed college kid riding a lawn mower isn't like digging for buried treasure behind The Breakers and coming up with the skeletal remains of 12 dozen model Palm Beach citizens, missing for over 60 years, now is it. Anywhere else it'd be road kill, plain and simple. But here in Palm Beach, the land of the blue blood, its blood in the streets. What lucky cop gets to investigate this one?
Yeah, you heard me right. A Palm Beach Detective found the mangled remains of a cat and named it Stray for reference purposes. It got out that someone in Palm Beach may be torturing cats for pleasure. This led to the fear that, this just might be the work of a serial cat killer, who might, just might progress to people. As it turns out, few serial killers start at the bottom and work their way up the food chain. As well, it was uncovered that Dr. Koop, former U.S. Surgeon General, with his mum by his side performed experimental operations on alley cats. Yes, he did practice surgery on cats before progressing to humans, which points out to me that there is a thin line, a very thin line between serial killers and surgeons. At which point I say........