Described by his own brother as "a little bit right of Attila the Hun," this third-generation brewing tycoon barred trade unions, fixed prices, and gave this country the affliction known as James Watt. Also, the beer sucks.
Dirt Dancin' is too simple, and "Somebody sent Swayze to the coroner," is too obscure. Ghost? Fuck! This is when running a dead pool is just plain HARD.
(d) September 14th, 2009