Budweiser Select, now Bud Light Platinum…fool me once, shame on you. Not again Budweiser, I’m tired of you making me look like an ass.
You can switch the bottles on me, you can add a word or two, but I know what you are up to. Last time you tricked me I drank something that you said tasted like lime, I can assure you it was not. Then that one time you mixed it with tomato and clam juice and you said it would be good. I still can’t smell a vagina without tasting V8.
I won’t lie you almost got me when the Select came out, you snuck it in with all the good beer. Now I see this bright blue bottle called Platinum in the case and I almost picked it up. Sure its Platinum, I bet you dipped your balls in each bottle and want to watch me drink it so you can laugh. I sniffed a bottle at a restaurant the other day, I know fumunda when I smell it.
Stay away Budweiser, I’m done with your tricks. Go find someone else to pick on.