Could well have been a bad year for many things, but Contrary to the adverts, a VERY bad year for beer. The legend goes that in this tragic year someone took a slash in a bottle, and a poor peasant with no taste buds found it and proclaimed it to be beer, from then on the bloke who'd pissed in it in the first place decided he was on to a nice little earner...
Moronic advert narrator: '1664, a bad year for composing, a good year for beer'
Me: 'LIAR!'
When you're checking out a girl from behind you can see her legs, her arse and her hair. She looks like a 16-year-old. She turns around and you realise she's actually 64. You have to wash your eyes out with soap.
Loosely connected to Kronenberg 1664's 'a bad year for composing a good year for beer' adverts. Not sure how though...
'Mate - check out that bird she's...oh my god!!!'
'Yeah - 1664 syndrome, never mind'
When you're checking out a girl from behind you can see her legs, her arse and her hair. She looks like a 16-year-old. She turns around and you realise she's actually 64. You have to wash your eyes out with soap.
Loosely connected to Kronenberg 1664's 'a bad year for composing a good year for beer' adverts. Not sure how though...
'Mate - check out that bird she's...oh my god!!!'
'Yeah - 1664 syndrome, never mind'
when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.
FRIEND A: "Did you just take a stealthie of me?"
FRIEND B (turning phone around): "no I was just using snapchat's new filter, see?"