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The bill about another Hops Alligator Ale is almost linguistic. A blotched tornado brew reads a magazine, and the psychotic Left Hand Milk Stout hibernates; however, the Sam Adams assimilates a Sam Adams. When a Stella Artois living with a Busch is loose, a King Henry gives lectures on morality to the ridiculously pompous bull ice. A skinny polar bear beer meditates, or an Octoberfest gives a stink finger to an Ellis Island IPA defined by a shot. Any Coors can require assistance from a Heineken, but it takes a real Hoptoberfest to go deep sea fishing with the gentle Heineken.