In college, we managed to score a keg of beer that had been left behind from a Fraternity Party in a cafeteria cooler. It has sat there for well over a year. We threw a big party, tapped the keg, and realized it had gone bad.
“What are we going to do?” my friend asked, “The beer is bad and all these people are coming over.”
“I know,” I said, “Let’s tell everybody it’s Lone Star.”
People would complain about the beer and I’d tell them it was Lone Star – they would nod knowingly and keep drinking.