Pittburghers flocking to Tampa won’t be shut out of their favorite beer. Iron City Brewing Company announced that shipments of Iron City and I.C. Light are now in transit to Florida, just in time for the Super Bowl. This is some much-needed favorable publicity for Iron City, who last week announced they would have to lay off workers and move canning of their beer outside of Pittsburgh while they replace their old canning line, which recently crapped out on them.
Unemployment, crumbling infrastructure and shitty beer: welcome to Sixburgh, baby!
Our seemingly innocuous moose fucking neighbors to the north have struck a deal with the frost-bitten traitors of Buffalo, New York. All it took was $78 million Canadian (or 2,096,774 liters of pure maple syrup) for those Buffalonian Benedict Arnold’s to export our most precious resource across the border.
I can just picture those jabberwockies yukking it up in Toronto, and it makes me sick to my red, white, blue, and black stomach (don’t swallow black tar heroin unless it is sealed in a premium prophylactic). Some might consider this a small concession to our neighbors, or even a wise business decision on Ralph Wilson’s part, but I see it for what it is, an attack on our very way of life.
Before you know it our dollar will stabilize, universal healthcare will become a reality, politeness will rule the day, and all of our football games will be played on 120 yards of foreign soil. I, for one, will not stand for this. In support of our nation we must band together to stem the tide of the Canadian takeover.
It is with great pride that I announce my boycott of all things Canadian until our football games are returned unharmed. From here on out I will deprive myself of each of the following.
Canadian Whisky- No more Crown Royal with Royal Crown.
Canadian Bloggers- Farewell Skeets and Mutoni, hopefully this will be resolved in time for next year’s NBA season.
Canadian Strippers- I’ll miss you most of all.
Canadian Beasters- Forget what I just said about the strippers.
However, if none of this works I could be convinced to trade Buffalo the Canucks straight-up for that stripper chick.
Update: Our snowbound overlords have informed us that this post must be presented both of their official languages, English and French. So this is for all of you pea soup eaters…