“The Fuck Kind Of Pub Doesn’t Have Miller Chill?” Says Outraged Tweed Breed

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A late-20s Tweed local has reportedly been left a state of pure indignation after a surf trip down the coast over the weekend.

After a big day of getting full coned in a famous Mid-North NSW surf break, Forest 'Kingy' King (28) made his way to the front bar of the nearest surf tavern.

While decked out on his best Saturday night kit - torn slim cut black jeans, vans sneakers, and a few sprays of Jean Paul Gaultier Le Male cologne - Kingy was tonguing for a few beers.

Joined by a couple of fellow Tweed Breeds, the boys were ready to settle in and watch three full matches of NRL and maybe a bit of the Brisbane Lions on a second screen above the TAB, before seeing where the night took them.

Unfortunately, this idyllic Saturday evening of extreme drunken carry-on was dampened almost on arrival.

"Boys are you hearing this!?" spat Kingy, after a fairly hostile conversation with the bartender.

"Ya fucken kidding"

Kingy's boy immediately fall into line as their natural Tweed Breed reflexes tell them that a punch-on might be imminent.

However, it soon became clear to them that Kingy was more stressed than angry.

The issue, he outlined to them, was the pub they had chosen to drink at did not serve the widely popular lime-infused low carb lager known as Miller Chill.

"I mean, fair enough that they don't have it on tap" Kingy tells The Betoota Advocate.

"It's better in stubbies anyway. But these blokes don't even have that"

This news caused similar outraged amongst Kingy's boys, who were already salivating for the first round of Latin-inspired easy drinking Cheraldas.

With only a Bowls Club three blocks away as an alternative on-foot option, Kingy is frustrated that he now must make peace with this turn of events.

"The fuck kind of pub doesn’t even serve Miller Chill?” he asks the bartender, with a hint of a nasal coastal whinge in his voice.

The bartender shrugs.

"Fuck" he says, as the boys wait on their next move.

"You got any Coronas?"

The bartender nods.

"You got any lime cordial?"

The bartender nods again.

"Yeah that'll do. Can we get six of them mixed up in pints glasses"

It's become clear that the bartender has had to dance this dance with Tweed Breeds before. He gets to work flaring up the makeshift brew.

"You want some ice in the beer?" asks the bar man.

"Nah maybe in the next round. Cheers " says Kingy.