So when I was growing up, I would hang out with my cousins.  That shouldn’t be an issue but now that I’m older I’ve begun to realize some of them might be dumb.  Like that one time when my aunt said since it was a three day weekend, we can stay up and watch America’s Funniest Home Videos.

This is my review of Komes Raspberry Porter:

It wasn’t the poor quality videos of adults getting hit in the groin by their children that caused a scene.  Nope.  It was when they introduced the host and my cousin said:

”And now here’s our host, Bob F*ggot!”

To explain the type of parenting my cousins were exposed to at the time:  once my cousin and I were playing with Hot Wheels on one of those road map carpets in his room.  He then said there was a red light at an intersection.  So I maneuvered the 55 Chevy Bel Air to turn right on red, and then made a U-Turn, another right, and continued along the path to avoid waiting at the stop light.  My cousin then explained the God will punish me for not following traffic laws.  At the time we both went to the same church, and Father Jack never said anything like that so he had to pick up such life advice…somewhere…

Needless to say, 8-year old me laughing hysterically at America’s milquetoast TV dad being referred to as Bob F*ggot meant we were both going to bed early.

That’s sort of why I actually, kind of felt bad about the whole thing.  He was on an awful show, that later produced meth addicts, college admission scandals, a jailbait countdown clock, and that guy that did voices.  He then turned that image on its head and made a second career out of grossing everyone out that thought he was anything other than a guy that groped a doll standing in for Michelle or did whip-its on set.

Which is why I must respect the grift.  He just wanted to make someone laugh, even if it was at his expense.  This is why I don’t  feel bad about my fondest memory of him was my cousin calling him Bob F*ggot.

But would he like this beer?  It is not cocaine sadly, so probably not.  Then again, what really holds up to cocaine?  That’s why I liked this beer.  It presented itself as a regular 8.5% abv beer and nothing else.  But like Bob it came with an odd surprise:  chillies.  Which made it just a bit more unusual than the norm, even if it doesn’t exactly make it good. Komes Raspberry Porter: 2.8/5