I'm not sure of the levels of fuckwadishness that should be invited here, and that's not my call. I mainly meant to point out that the bomber has tangled with many over the years, whether deservedly or not.
But, I do know the last time I broke in a new pair of Doc Martins by wearing them on a full-day trip to a farm show didn't go well. I tossed those shoes and got some sketchers a few days later, but my feet hurt for months.
Lizzie and I must have reached an impasse.
Let's do that blind taste test of american lagers that you proposed, and just agree to keep on keeping on.
Edit: the 32.XF temperature is a demand on my part.