All your hops, I can suck them up.

Throw them all in me.

I can shrug them off.

There’s one thing, baby.

I don’t understand.

You keep on telling me.

I ain’t your kind of DIPA.

Ain’t I hopped enough? Ooh, honey!

Ain’t I dry-hopped enough?

Ain’t I smooth enough? Hazy enough?

Ooh, please!

I’ll never be your beast of burden?

Actually…I will likely be your Beast of Burden.

Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be…until you try me.