Parrotdog Bloodhound. Feel like your life isn't your own anymore? Feel like those nancyboy greenies and their sick and unnatural alliance with Kingdom Animalia have abducted every freedom you've ever loved? Well, take back the forests and the skies! You don’t have to be Dick Cheney to feel the thrill of mowing down a (Texan attorney) stinking animal.
This beer celebrates all things animals - or more specifically, man's complete domination over all things animals. It's from New Zealand where there's plenty of endangered and defenceless creatures practically lining up to be to the next taxidermied skull on your wall. I can almost taste the searing kakapo flesh just thinking about it!
Dick Cheney. Any man, woman, child or other living being within 5kms of Dick Cheney at any given time.
The South Island of New Zealand, a sunny winter’s day – it’s just you and Dick, your faithful hunting dog, a semi-automatic weapon, and a chillybin full of Bloodhound.
Kakapo hunting isn't how you remembered it? Has Dick Cheney always been that bad a shot? Have the kakapos always had that demented look in their eyes?
Next thing you know, Dick’s blown your ear off (again) and those kakapos are advancing rapidly. The hounds block your escape as it becomes clear to you that those furry little green parrots have got a taste for man-flesh that can only be satisfied pecking you into oblivion. There's only one thing left to do - crack a Bloodhound over your head, pour it's red contents over your face, and wait for everything to go dark.