No, what I have is a romantic abnormality, one so unbelievable that it must be hidden from the public at all cost.

I got Miss Catfish — a lithe, slippery creature with a sneering grin and a pair of enormous shades a la Nicole Richie. I love the label, though I’ll admit I was hoping for something a bit more Daryl Hannah.

Typical of my experience with Schell’s brews, I found this a functional beverage, neither offensive nor remarkable. But then I’m not much of a lager drinker, excluding session (read binge) drinking, and in such cases, I reach for the cheap stuff. Nevertheless, I’m a sucker for marketing gimmicks (I even drank OK Soda once), and tip my hat to Augie Schell for rousing my latent ichthyophilia.

Published by

selah

Long time drinker, first time caller.

3 thoughts on “No, what I have is a romantic abnormality, one so unbelievable that it must be hidden from the public at all cost.”

  1. Miss Catfish would be a cool character, like the quirky-hot punk girl who acts too tough to approach. I snagged Miss Walleye, which is like landing the most popular girl in school – a raging egomaniac drunk from the attention she gets and how delicious her fried fillets are. Miss Sturgeon would be your best friend – strong and well grounded in her surroundings. Bonus: she’d make caviar for a living.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.