A liquid poem to the glory of the hop!

Skipped crossfit this morning since my elbows are fucked up. If I ever try to do rope climbs again, just shoot me.

But every cloud has a silver lining. Got to the office early due to lack of crossfit and left early. So I had time to drop by Bishops Arms at Gustav Adolfs Torg before Toastmasters' meeting. The dialogue with the bartender was something like this:
Me: I am trying to choose an IPA(there were at least 3 different on tap)
Bartender: Are you looking for a nice and friendly one or a mean bastard?
Me: A mean bastard.
Bartender: Then you have to have a Ruination IPA
Me: Well, if you say so...

Ruination IPA is one of the meanest (that's usually at least interesting if you like extremely hoppy beer, but a bad thing if you are not used to a high amount of hops) IPAs I've had so it was a very good choice.