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Icehouse United States
If you've gone out for a ladies night on a Sunday bar crawl with your homegirls from work, you're sure to stumble upon a place offering sporting event-related beer promotions. Chances are you and your cheap ass girlfriends were suckered into buying one round too many of the $1 dollar Icehouse bottles. Make no mistake, we don't think Icehouse's a bad brew - but it's a Miller product pretending to be high-end suds. This kidney-tickler is your basic, low-rent Miller brew of days old. Comes in one of those fancy import rip-off bottles with a picture of a cozy yet robust cabin in the midst of a snowfield. It's not the world's shittiest brew by any means but it's also the type of beer a former malt liquor champ graduates too - thinking he's showing class now by drinking this so-called "ice beer". It's cheap and easy like a prom date loaded on E. Grab a can for .99 cents or a 22oz. Bottle for a buck and a quarter. With a 5.5% ABV, you'll get loaded after a while - and you'll drop a load too. Read more articles in Beer Garden » |
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