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brewmasters:
i love your beers. they are delicious, finely-crafted, and make life worth drinking, if you get my meaning. i live in maryland, unfortunately not in frederick, and i have such a hard time finding any flying dog. with christmas coming on, i knew i would need some serious holiday fuel, so i left early this morning and scoured the area before work. with determination, perserverance, and the aid of your vendor list, to my delight i finally found a store with a plethora of delicious flying dog ales! i filled a cart with a bit of each and most likely looked very silly at the checkout with a months worth of beer, but i grinned from ear to ear for the rest of the day knowing i had a fridge full of AMAZING to go home to. then at work i hopped on the website to order some pint glasses to put it in. i am now deep into my third tire bite, and extremely satisfied with my investment. i am confident that i can now dive headfirst into the holiday festivities with a smile and a fist full of gonzo.

i just wanted to thank you for making these wonderful beers.

very sincerely,
-Squid


I left my beloved home town of Denver in 2000; just as Colorado beer began to "exist." I sucked down many, too many, but really loved Road Dog. Won't get into some "yeastiness, hopiness" explanation. I just know what is great. I feel it. I'm also a big fan of the good doc, but I'd hate to taint my testimony with some hokey eulogy. So I went off to college in Kentucky (at age 27...slow learner), and couldn't take my road dog on the road. Had to say goodbye. Then, just bored perhaps, I joined the Navy and sailed off on the USS Nimitz for the Gulf. You know which Gulf. On the way there and back, I had some great and not so great beers. Hong Kong, Malaysia, Bahrain, Dubai. Beers in the Middle East were not so great as ridiculous expensive. Oh, but ginger coffee while sucking on a hookah...that's a new kind of high (and kosher on any piss test). In Perth, Australia I had many great brews, but none like "Nail's Ale." Sheeee-ite!! Not saying it's outright better...but could make for a good excuse for you all to take a rip roaring "fact finding" excursion down under. So now I'm in Italy. Lot's of access to good German and Belgian brews. Don't have to tell you. And even Italian swill beers are decent by "Coors" standards--Peroni has a least enough body to not zap my will to live. So I work in a "joint" environment and have many English and German bastards for buddies. And I've dealt with the jibes; I've had to. "Yes, Gotfried, American beer is weak and pathetic and we don't have universal healthcare...yes Charles, you think Bass and Guiness are bollocks while we stupid Americans bow down before it because we are starving and lost." So I drink my Kostriker and Old Speckled Hen and nod in shame. Sure I point out the microbrew "revolution," but why should they believe me (I'm not sure if you are aware, and not to shock you, but them fureigners don't find us quite so believable these days...DON'T ask me why)? But today, I found new light. In my Navy Exchange, out here in butt-fuck Naples, Italy, I see a whole case of mixed "Flying Dog" ales. Such joy. And the art got me a little furklempt. It was like home had followed me just when I needed it most. So I of course bought two cases (tax free...ha ha civilian suckers). One I'm enjoying now, but the other will my blood and battlecry. This will show them europunks that the ales of not only my country, but my own dam city rock with anything boiled down in old darbyfarbyshire. I don't know how you made it out here, but thanks a million. I can only hope this wasn't just a lucky anamoly, and I have to wait until my post-Navy days in Denver to again enjoy your brews. But as long as they keep coming (and even if they don't) you have a big fan and supporter here in the boot. Da Denver al Mondo!!!"
-Colorado Cobra in the boot

My story may be a bit embarrassing, but I am more than willing to share it, and thus exposing my enthusiasm for your beer. As a fan of your classic litter of beers since my early college days, I had long desired a taste of those special dogs that lead your pack. Flip to a week before I graduated college in May; the time is happy hour, and the setting is a bar in downtown...college town. As i slide up to the counter of a bar known for serving delicious and little known brews, I immediately asked for a refreshing Road Dog to start my night out. "No can do," the bartender told me, "we are all out of Flying Dog." My blood ran cold, but it didn't last for long, as upon searching, the bartender located a single bottle of your Imperial Porter. "Now," he said, "this is my bosses last beer, and I didn't sell it to you. Clear?" I nod, agree, and he slides a bottle with some familiar art on it my way. I recognized it as the cover from my copy of The Joke's Over. I enjoyed the beer, and then a few more inferior brews before quitting the bar to locate a pack of the Imperial for myself. Luck was with me, and I located and purchased three four-packs from my neighborhood beershop. Cut to the next day and a surprise wake-up by the campus police. Turns out the Imperial got a hold on my ass and by the time bottle number 13 was down and the night was out, I had made my way into the Freshman dorm. It turns out I had caused a bit of destruction to school property; sprinkler heads kicked off, a water fountain removed from its mounts, and plenty of harassed freshman females. So I hereby admit that your Imperial Porter is the only drink below 100 proof that has gotten the better of me. And for this, sirs, I thank you for making a beer that deserves to be printed with GONZO on the label.
-K