Imagine, getting home from a hard day of work, opening a beer and as you stare out across the lake (you live on a lake by the way, because this is my fantasy not yours), your dog comes running up to you, his face a flurry of gleeful reunion, and you think to yourself “If only I could share my lovely beer with my most faithful friend.”
But you can’t. Because dogs don’t drink beer. So you stroke your dog’s head and he slopes off, unaware of the amber glory he will never experience… until RIGHT FUCKING NOW.
H/t Lad Bible