Pisswater

"Yeah, uh, I want to thank Marlin for this rifle, and um, Mossy Oak for my camo, Dorito for between hunt snacking, and uh, bud light for making the best pisswater on the planet." ❋ Unknown (2009)

Try to impress the general public with something awesome (& recycled pisswater ain't it folks). ❋ Unknown (2009)

The average American is paddling upstream through a torrent of pisswater trying to maintain their one house, or saving up so that someday they'll be able to get into their first home. ❋ Unknown (2009)

They draw pisswater American lagers from a trough and sling the worst chicken wings to foul the face of the earth, and thrive nationwide with this satin-clad-ass formula. ❋ Unknown (2005)

That Oregonian chimpanzee pisswater you have such a long love affair with couldn't get a fly high. ❋ Steve Perry (2007)

The smell of pisswater beer assailed him from all sides, but especially from the guy in the brandnew Red Sox ballcap sitting next to him. ❋ Chuck Hogan (2004)

I used to drink many a Moosehead and many a Molson back in the day when I was young and foolish and thought they were cooler than the pisswater that passes for mass-produced beer down here. ❋ Unknown (2010)

It may not make me a spousal abuser, but I sure as ***** won't drink that pisswater heineken nonsense! ❋ Unknown (2009)

is when i rip your goddam nuts off and feed em to ya with a side of your own backbacon and a labatts pisswater ❋ BikeSnobNYC (2008)

goddam sum bitch lucky 7 you wiseass ima gonna show you how much like commiecanuck i is when i rip your goddam nuts off and feed em to ya with a side of your own backbacon and a labatts pisswater ❋ BikeSnobNYC (2008)

On Frugalchariot’s point: you’ll presumably get all manner of sexual innuendo tied to mass-market beer, but in Network Television World, boobies and vajayjays are there to sell pisswater. pseudonymous in nc says: ❋ Unknown (2010)

Oh yeah, Billy, I’ll go up to some pisswater town in Maine with you and be the Fire Chief’s wife. ❋ Michael Ledwidge (2003)

In further reference to The Mouse that Roared, we pop over, have a couple of hours trying to get over the communication problems of not asking the hotel maid to knock us up in the morning, calling for a taxi, walking down the pavements and getting a bowl of jelly for breakfast instead of the jam we asked for, wondering why they gave us the paper that separates the bacon instead of real bacon, being absolutely staggered by the amount of firepower the average citizen carries round with him, being told to get our donkey off the road when we try to cross without the green man flashing and spitting out the pisswater that passes for beer over there, we simply surrender at the nearest National Guard base (where we will be given cotton wool tasting burgers and thin bits of potato instead of real chips) and Bob's your Uncle (sorry, Sam's your Uncle). ❋ Unknown (2010)