I Crush Pumpkin Beer In the Fall And I Don't Care Who Knows It

Is it gay? I don’t know. Maybe. But if liking pumpkin beer with a cinnamon rim makes me gay then you might as well fire me up a shot of Freddy Mercury’s blood because I’m going all in with it. Shit is delicious. Autumn’s arrival is no longer declared by the changing of the leaves, it’s now about 2 things. It’s when pumpkin beer hits the shelves and when chicks flood your newsfeed with pics of them drinking Pumpkin Spiced Lattes in Ugg boots. That’s when you know it’s fall. And I, for one, couldn’t be more thrilled that it’s here. Ever seen me in a t-shirt? Seen me at the beach? Summer is not my season. But in the fall? With a flannel shirt on, some corduroys (still cuffed, of course) and a pumpkin beer in hand? Well then if you have sub 20/20 vision I actually look pretty fucking good from a distance. Fall, best season there is. Football, pumpkin flavored everything and nipple-hiding layered outfits. Let’s do this.