Signs of Intelligence, number 1

aka, Beam Me Up Scotty

I kinda hope there's no reason to make this a "continuing series," but I'm cynical enough to figure that's not true. So I'm sitting at the bar at The Cannon, enjoying the hell out of the IPA as usual when the guy (blond hair, black eyebrows) next to me orders a stout. Dana brings it to him and before even tasting it, he tells his buddies "It looks like a Guinness." Well, yeah you waste of oxygen, it's a fucking STOUT.

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