If someone had told me a few years ago that my favorite dessert in the year 2010 would no longer be chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwiches, I’d have slapped them across their dirty face. And yet, here I am in the year 2010 admitting that my new favorite dessert is the unexplainable, irresistible Guinness Float. If you have yet to try the taste-bud glorifying decadence that is a Guinness float, I demand that you get up from your computer, buy the necessary ingredients, and do so NOW. DO IT. Why are you still sitting there? GO. NOW.

Anyway, when a group of lady-friends and I decided to have a movie and dessert night,  I decided to see if there was a more “lady-friendly” beer choice for my potluck offering of beer float-aliciousness. A few minutes into my search  I somehow stumbled across BrewDog’s “The End Of History” beer: 55% alcohol by volume, sold for pocket change ($765 a bottle), on and also stored in a bottle made of a hollowed out squirrel carcass. Because nothing says delicious like roadkill, right?

I wonder how the ladies will feel when I start pouring their libations out of a rodent’s intestines. Hmm…