"Are these beers the same?" asked my wife.
No, one was Elysian Immortal IPA, super boring, super old school, super meh, and the other was a fruitier, funner Prairie Phantasmorgana DIPA with mango, citrus, floral notes. No, I want one and I never want to drink the other gain. No, they aren't the same at all.
"Sure, babe, but yours is the one closer to the kitchen."
I'm going to rot in hell.
In fairness, I think I care more.
Have you done something like this? Saved the best for yourself and rationalized it? I feel bad but I don't think she cares.
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