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As as mostly-native Maplewood girl, I was pretty disappointed when Budweiser stopped being a St. Louis company and became INBev US or whatever the hell it is. I was never that into their beer but, due to my training, will absolutely drink Bud Light if I’m somewhere where I can’t get the type of beer that I usually drink. Bud Select wasn’t thaaaat bad and it seems to be the beer of choice for Brown family gatherings back home. But then the foreign ownership was just a kick in the pants. Because it was our thing with our sign and our Clydesdales. And those things are still out there but…I don’t know, it’s just different now.

I guess what I’m saying is that I don’t want to like Budweiser or their beer or anything about those Brazilian jerkwads but I like this commercial.

P.S. Stella tastes like it’s filtered through dirty friggin’ socks and I’m a craft beer girl, anyway, SO THERE, INBEV.

I’m not entirely sure what it is about this song but it makes my heart go completely mad with joy but squirmy joy. This is a first kiss of a song and, as far as I can hope, it’s what’s humming along inside of me when I’m at my very, very best.

(Thanks to Mr. Bff for the intro. Look! We clicked!_