Random story time: A few years ago, Stone Brewing released a mint chocolate stout. I was thrilled. I ran down to my local chain liquor store (BevMo) in the San Fernando Valley and asked the clerk where it was. He laughed and said, "Man, I'm sorry. We're holding the case for Wil Wheaton." I said that you (Wil) wouldn't miss one bottle, to which they replied, "Yeah, but he's pretty important. Who are you again?"
Every time I go there and the guy who told me that (think his name is Christian) is working, I've made sure to mention, "Hey, if Wil Wheaton comes in, tell him I said he can go fuck himself and that he's a talentless piece of shit." He laughs and everyone around us thinks I'm a massive turd for talking shit about you since they don't know the context.
If there's ever a beer that's not in stock at that store, my immediate response is, "Seriously? Did that fucking asshole Wil Wheaton buy them all?" Still get nothing but dead stares with that one.
I have no idea if the clerk ever relayed my sentiment to you over that incident. I was hoping it would instill a paranoia in you that would make you hesitant to ever purchase a full case of beer from a retail joint ever again, or that you'd think I was some kind of supervillain hell-bent on getting to the good beer in town before you. Alas, I'm assuming that never happened.
It's now boiled over to other liquor stores too. Every time something I want is out of stock at any store whatsoever: "Wil Wheaton bought it, didn't he? That motherfucker! One of these days!" Still just dead stares, but with a lot more confusion.
But it's all in jest. I think you're a dope dude who does a lot of good in the world.
But anyway...how was that Stone mint chocolate stout?
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Random story time: A few years ago, Stone Brewing released a mint chocolate stout. I was thrilled. I ran down to my local chain liquor store (BevMo) in the San Fernando Valley and asked the clerk where it was. He laughed and said, "Man, I'm sorry. We're holding the case for Wil Wheaton." I said that you (Wil) wouldn't miss one bottle, to which they replied, "Yeah, but he's pretty important. Who are you again?"
Every time I go there and the guy who told me that (think his name is Christian) is working, I've made sure to mention, "Hey, if Wil Wheaton comes in, tell him I said he can go fuck himself and that he's a talentless piece of shit." He laughs and everyone around us thinks I'm a massive turd for talking shit about you since they don't know the context.
If there's ever a beer that's not in stock at that store, my immediate response is, "Seriously? Did that fucking asshole Wil Wheaton buy them all?" Still get nothing but dead stares with that one.
I have no idea if the clerk ever relayed my sentiment to you over that incident. I was hoping it would instill a paranoia in you that would make you hesitant to ever purchase a full case of beer from a retail joint ever again, or that you'd think I was some kind of supervillain hell-bent on getting to the good beer in town before you. Alas, I'm assuming that never happened.
It's now boiled over to other liquor stores too. Every time something I want is out of stock at any store whatsoever: "Wil Wheaton bought it, didn't he? That motherfucker! One of these days!" Still just dead stares, but with a lot more confusion.
But it's all in jest. I think you're a dope dude who does a lot of good in the world.
But anyway...how was that Stone mint chocolate stout?
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