Undoubtedly the finest libation of the lager family of beers ever created by the hand of man (or possibly god, we're not sure.) Crafted in the lost wilds of mysterious Tasmania by a cloistered order of brewer monks whose vows of silence mean that only the distinguished few know of its existence.
NB: Not to be confused with Cascade premium, which was created as a distraction for the great unwashed masses.
Some bloody legend showed up with a slab of James Boags Premium Lager last night...then drank the lot, bastard.
New generation of bogans tipical to the city of Christchurch New Zealand smokes weed listens to metal and drinks bourbon by the litre has ripped jeans Wife beater or t shirt black hoddie and steel capped boots can be seen doing skids but more likely realy drunk hanging out the window of a car
Trea Turner's favorite player, Anthony Rendon, also known as the best 3rd baseman in baseball. Plays for the best team in the MLB, the Washington Nationals.
And Tony Two Bags, living up to his name, has hit yet another double! Bring us your backpack emojis!