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chihuahua1003.bsky.social
Draw a lot of brewsters
January 11, 2026 at 11:54 AM
chihuahua1003.bsky.social
Thanks! This interesting theme suddenly came to mind, and I felt it would be a great fit for brewsters, so I designed some concepts.
January 11, 2026 at 2:58 AM
chihuahua1003.bsky.social
I'm thinking of a parallel universe theme. A brewster from a parallel universe is calm and collected, with a mild temper, and always wears a sharp suit and tie. So there are two brewsters with different personalities, but they both love to drink 🍺

#dislytefanart #Dislyte
January 10, 2026 at 7:03 PM
rfcider.bsky.social
That’s enough abstinence for one week. The best seat in the house, and coincidentally the best beer too.

Brewsters Hophead at the Ship Inn Oundle.

#BSkyBeer #Pubs @brewstersbrewery.bsky.social
Pint of pale ale in a Timothy Taylor glass with the open fire in the background Pint of Brewsters Brewery Hophead
January 9, 2026 at 3:09 PM
wraggysbeerrwviews.bsky.social
Over at the Crown Inn Beeston and on the Cask lines was a beer from Grantham based Brewsters Brewery and their Dragon Street Porter, here's my quick review.
youtube.com/shorts/ApbOs...
#brewstersbrewery #tryanuary #crowninnbeeston #neipa #stoutseason #guinness
@brewstersbrewery.bsky.social
Dragon Street Porter - Brewsters Brewery - Beer Review
YouTube video by Wraggys Beer Review Channel
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January 6, 2026 at 1:55 PM
wraggysbeerrwviews.bsky.social
Over at the Crown Inn Beeston Nottinghamshire's best pub and on the superbly kept Cask lines was Brewsters Brewery Dragon Street Porter, Oakham Ales Bishops Farewell Golden Ale & Wilde Child Brewing Co. Son of a Nutcracker , all tasting amazing as we support #tryanuary, great pub
January 5, 2026 at 6:09 PM
amazonpissjugs.bsky.social
"In Medieval England, public records indicate that “alewives”, “brewsters”, “brewess”, “witch” was a primary trade that enabled women to brew ale for sale.

Over time, the witch, once thought of as a healer, teacher, and wise woman, was eventually misconstrued into a negative fable."
January 1, 2026 at 5:14 PM
amazonpissjugs.bsky.social
Men demonized women as "witches" when really they were just the first brewers. They were called "alewives," as they brewed beer first for their families, then made money selling it. They were also herbalists, healers. Men felt threatened and invented "witches" to then take over brewing themselves
What do witches have to do with beer? Everything! In Medieval England, public records indicate that “alewives”, “brewsters”, “brewess”, “witch” was a primary trade that enabled women to brew ale for sale. Over time, the witch, once thought of as a healer, teacher, and wise woman, was eventually misconstrued into a negative fable. Whether you believe in history, facts, or myths, note how the following witch stereotypes are actually related to beer: A tall black hat allowed a beer witch to stand out in crowded public markets and advertise that beer was available for sale. Large cauldrons were used as boil kettles to make wort. Twisted and braided twigs were used to crop yeast from a batch of fermented beer. Cats were used to keep rodents away from the malt grain supply. In times when the Black Plague was decimating the population, beer symbolized safety. A talisman symbol represented beer purity by showing a six point star for each aspect of brewing process: malt, grains, water, hops, yeast, and the brewster. In the countryside, a beer witch would hang an alestake (a long pole with twigs attached) above their home, or tavern, to promote that a batch of beer was ready for consumption.
January 1, 2026 at 5:08 PM
trailertrash.bsky.social
Brewsters Millions, “vote none of the above”.
January 1, 2026 at 12:41 PM
chihuahua1003.bsky.social
Happy New Year 🎊 Although I'm spending this year here, I'll continue to work hard at drawing, creating illustrations that bring joy to everyone, and I'll draw more brewsters and other characters 🎆💕
December 31, 2025 at 5:14 PM
mutamakes.bsky.social
Omg Brewsters cookies 🤩
December 30, 2025 at 12:29 PM
gaperezmakes.bsky.social
Those gingerbread Brewsters are so cute omg
December 29, 2025 at 11:15 PM
webway.bsky.social
GINGERBREAD BREWSTERS!?!?!?!?!?!?! AMAZING
December 29, 2025 at 10:39 PM
breelundberg.com
Gingerbread bunnies and Brewsters may not look the best (a few technical difficulties like not having a small icing tip and the dough a little dry) but they still taste good. The house smells great too now.
Photo of a hand holding a small gingerbread cookie in the shape of a sitting bunny decorated with some blobby white icing for an eye and a scarf. Photo of a gingerbread cookie with shape and imprinted design that looks like the Brewster owl cookies from the Animal Crossing New Horizon game.
December 29, 2025 at 10:29 PM
plsdontreplytome.bsky.social
taking a leak in brewsters restaurant.
December 29, 2025 at 9:17 PM
daxleone.bsky.social
I recently found the best french fries ever at a place called Brewsters in Petaluma, Ca
a cartoon of winnie the pooh sitting at a table with a bowl of food and a spoon in his mouth .
ALT: a cartoon of winnie the pooh sitting at a table with a bowl of food and a spoon in his mouth .
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December 29, 2025 at 6:43 PM
littlewoodromance.bsky.social
One thread, four quotes from four books, for readers who love a sweet small town romance series with slow burn vibes ... ♥️📚🔥

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She smiled the radiant, gorgeous smile that only sometimes crossed her face and Sebastian seemed startled and muttered to himself, “And there it is.” She laughed in surprise: “There what is?” He reached his arm across the bump of her legs and hips under the covers and rested his knuckles on the bed. “That first day I met up with you in Brewsters, when we walked to work together? I remember seeing you smile at Grace and thinking I would give anything if one day you would smile like that at me.” They stared at each other a long time before Tempest said, “Maybe that’s the caffeine talking.”
December 28, 2025 at 10:14 PM
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Also found out this week that Malachy McCourt played the Doorman in Brewsters Millions.
December 25, 2025 at 8:15 PM
sarahwanh.bsky.social
Merry Christmas punkie brewsters
December 24, 2025 at 12:08 AM
scottybuck217.bsky.social
Whoever wins that billion-dollar Powerball fortune probably oughta watch the Richard Pryor film ‘Brewsters Millions’. What’s the saying? More money, more problems”?

That’s why I don’t buy a ticket when it gets that ridiculous. I’m a man of modest means. $800,000 would do me and my heirs just fine.
December 23, 2025 at 4:23 PM
ridertoast.bsky.social
Brewsters millions but it’s Jeffrey Epstein leaving his fortune to him if he can make Hillary Clinton president
December 23, 2025 at 3:49 PM
kcallag.bsky.social
Yet again though,not good enough and gone,maybe they felt the outlay they made should have led to top 3 or 4+6th is well below their expectations?
If only we could ever have owners who looked at any of our teams this way (don’t mean mad Moshiri he was playing Brewsters Millions I am sure of it 😁)
December 21, 2025 at 7:23 PM
keristars.bsky.social
this is the other sledding scene in that book, which i find utterly delightful and sweet. All the 30-something mothers reuniting with schoolgirl friends and sledding!

it absolutely convinced me that sledding is a must-do activity 😂
After supper Gladys washed the dishes and her mother wiped them, and they put them away together. Then Gladys began to get ready to go to Camp Fire meeting and Mrs. Evans reluctantly prepared to go out for the evening. The nearer ready she was the more disinclined she felt to go. "Those Jamieson musicales are always such a bore," she said to herself wearily. "They never have good singers—my Gladys could do better than any of them—and they are interminable. Father looks tired to death, and I know he would rather stay at home. Gladys," she called, looking into her daughter's room, "where is your Camp Fire meeting to-night?" "At the Brewsters'," answered Gladys. "Do you ever have visitors?" continued her mother. "Why, yes," answered Gladys, "we often do." "Do you mind if you have one to-night?" asked Mrs. Evans. "Certainly not," replied Gladys. "Well, then, I'm coming along," said her mother. "Will you?" cried Gladys. "Oh goody!" The Winnebagos were surprised and delighted when Mrs. Evans appeared with Gladys. Since that Saturday's outing she had held a very warm place in their affections. "Come in, mother," called Sahwah; "you might as well join the group too, we have one guest. This is Mrs. Evans, Gladys's mother," she said, when her mother appeared after hastily brushing back her hair and putting on a white apron. The two women held out their hands in formal greeting, and then changed their minds and fell on each other's necks. "Why, Molly Richards!" exclaimed Mrs. Evans. "Why, Helen Adamson!" gasped Mrs. Brewster. The Winnebagos looked on, mystified. "You can't introduce me to your mother," said Mrs. Evans to Sahwah, laughing at her look of surprise. "We were good friends when we were younger than you. Do you remember the time," she said, turning back to Mrs. Brewster, "when you drew a picture of Miss Scully in your history and she found it and made you stand up in front of the room and hold it up so the whole class could see it?" "Do you remember the time," returned Mrs. Brewster, "when we ran away from school to see the Lilliputian bazaar and your mother was there and walked you out by the ear?" Thus the flow of reminiscences went on. "How little I thought," said Mrs. Evans, "when I first saw Sarah Ann going around with Gladys, that she was your daughter!" "How little I thought," said Mrs. Brewster, "when Gladys began coming here, that she was your daughter!" "How many more of these girls' mothers are our old schoolmates, I wonder?" said Mrs. Evans. "Let's meet them and find out," said Mrs. Brewster. "Here, you girls," she said, "every one of you go home and get your mother." Delightedly the girls obeyed, and the mothers came, a little backward, some of them, a little shy, pathetically eager, and decidedly breathless. Migwan's mother, Mrs. Gardiner, had known Mrs. Brewster in her girlhood, and Nakwisi's mother had known Mrs. Evans, and Chapa's and Medmangi's mothers had known each other. What a happy reunion that was, and what a chorus of "Don't you remembers" rose on every side! Tears mingled with the laughter when they spoke of the death of Mrs. Bradford, whom most of them had known in their school days. "Do you remember," said one of the mothers, "how we used to go coasting down the reservoir hill? You girls have never seen the old reservoir. It was levelled off years ago." "I'd enjoy going coasting yet," said Mrs. Brewster. "Let's!" said Mrs. Evans. "The snow is just right." Girls and mothers hurried into their coats and out into the frosty air. The street sloped down sharply, and the middle of the road was filled with flying bobsleds, as the young people of the neighborhood took advantage of the snowy crust. Sahwah brought out her brother's bob, which he was not using this evening, and piled the whole company on behind her. She could steer as well as a boy. Down the long street they shot, from one patch of light into another as they passed the lamp posts. The mothers shrieked with excitement and held on for dear life. "Oh," panted Mrs. Brewster when they came to a standstill at the bottom of the slope, "is there anything in the world half so exciting and delightful as coasting?" Down they went, again and again, laughing all the way, and causing many another bobload to look around and wonder who the jolly ladies were. Most of the mothers lost their breath in the swift rush and had to be helped up the hill to the starting point. Once Sahwah turned too short at the bottom of the street and upset the whole sledful into a deep pile of snow, from which they emerged looking like snowmen. "Oh-h-h," sputtered Mrs. Brewster, "the snow is all going down inside of my collar! Sarah Ann, you wretch, you deserve to have your face washed for that!" She picked up a great lump of snow and hurled it deftly at Sahwah's head. It struck its mark and flew all to pieces, much of it going down the back of her neck. "This coasting is all right," said Mrs. Gardiner, "but, oh, that walk up hill!"
December 20, 2025 at 5:25 PM
388shark.bsky.social
I’ve watched Trading Places and Brewsters Millions. Going in on Night Shift.
December 18, 2025 at 10:40 PM
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She smiled the radiant, gorgeous smile that only sometimes crossed her face and Sebastian seemed startled and muttered to himself, “And there it is.” She laughed in surprise: “There what is?” He reached his arm across the bump of her legs and hips under the covers and rested his knuckles on the bed. “That first day I met up with you in Brewsters, when we walked to work together? I remember seeing you smile at Grace and thinking I would give anything if one day you would smile like that at me.” They stared at each other a long time before Tempest said, “Maybe that’s the caffeine talking.”
December 18, 2025 at 7:04 PM