Stone Brewing Co. Ruination IPA. A beer so terribly brutal that they had to put a horrifyingly evil gargoyle on the bottle (see above). See? It’s not only shit-your-pants scary, it’s also forbidden and dangerous.
Sadists, ne’er-do-wells, ruffians and undesirables in general.
Knicked a little sauce sachet from the bakery? Orchestrated your very own pogrom? Changed into a merging lane so you could skip an extra seven cars, then refused to give a thankyou wave to the person who let you back in? Killed your own grandma with a spoon? Well then it’s time to crack a Ruination IPA and revel in your own amoralism.
Duck on down to your local Bandidos clubhouse for a chicken parmi, a beer and a gram because you’ll find that they only serve Ruination IPA (The Comancheros prefer Dogfish Head).
The trick to properly drinking a Ruination IPA is to make sure that everyone is aware that you’re currently drinking the fruit of Beezlebub’s loins. If everyone can see how evil you are then they’ll be more likely to know that you’re a cool dude.
In terms of glassware, I tend to opt for a sinister goblet with flames drawn on the side or horns attached.
Wear something black and ominous. Like a cape or black leather trenchcoat. Take a photo of you giving the finger to the camera and put it up on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and sms it to your Dad and local member as well.
Now you am become death, the destroyer of approved alcohol distribution.