Last night, as the clock struck 2am, the security guard, who looked like a doberman pincher on roids, viciously ripped my ice cold Sierra Nevada Pale Ale out my hand. Apparently, in the not so grand state o Californie, the sale, purchase or consumption of an alcohol beverage at a bar is strictly prohibited between the wee hours of 2am and 6am. The feckin' bastards!
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