My wife asked me why I was drinking Anger Ale. Instead of letting her know it was amber ale and not anger ale, I told her it was because I was mad as hell and wasn’t going to take it anymore!

“Calm down, tiger,” she said.

“Drinking this beer just makes me want to hit stuff.”

“Really, that’s what it does?”

I hit her in the shoulder to demonstrate. She punched me in the balls, her favorite soft spot.

Apparently Anger Ale is so strong it even works on other people.

J.D. Hager is a science teacher and rabble-rouser hailing from California. He enjoys tacos, beaches, and whiskey straight up. He helps choose stories at Intrinsick.com. Find out more about his exploits at jdhager.com.