IPAs feel like less of a chore when those tiny bubbles tickle your throat. In Her eternal effervescence, IPAs hath bestowed upon us this great gift of intoxication! We have been freed from the temptations of sugar, corn, and rice. Yet this gift is merely borrowed, and we must return the bubbles of joy to Her sister waters. Get thee to the nearest bar, pub, or homebrewer, and burp your praises for The Eminent Intoxicator! Your words shall fill bubbles of your own and be carried to the heavens. Then, when you die, they shall carry you into the Kingdom of Hop Glory.