...I strolled up to the bar, commenting how nice it was to have indie rock (it was Wilco) playing in a local bar. Then I asked the attractive barmaid if I could have some intercourse. She started screaming and calling me a pervert, and next thing I knew, a couple large bouncers grabbed me and were trying to get toss me out the door. I pleaded my case and told them 'I was only asking for some Intercourse Paradise Pale Ale!". They put me down and started grilling me, and I insisted it was a real beer. They were skeptical at best, but I had them check Google the name on their PC and, sure enough, they found out I was serious. You can check it out at http://intercoursebrewingcompany.com/default.aspx

Intercourse is a small town in Lancaster County, right near Blue Ball and Paradise. Most Pennsylvanians know this area, and I'm not joking. For once in my life.

Swish