Miller Genuine Draft Light (MGD Light)

MGD....but even more water. the american lite pale lager blows my mind, who keeps drinking this shit.

urine in a bottle should be illegal to charge for urine but when u based in africa i guess its cool SCREW SAB

There once was a prosperous young man who owned a small ranch. Everybody in the nearby town loved him. Then one day he drank a can of Miller Genuine Draft Light. That night a cow was struck by a violent mood swing and kicked a support beam in the stable, sending the whole building crashing down on all of the man’s animals. One, a particularly greasy pig, inexplicably caught fire. Unfortunately for the man, the previous night’s rainfall had a large percentage of gasoline in it from a leaking air plane, so the whole property went up in flames like tinder doused in lighter fluid. The man escaped with his vital organs but his face and body were horribly marred. His wife, not finding her husband, and assuming the now burnt man was one of the California Raisins gone loose, chased him out of the house with a Lodge Cast Iron pan, sending him out on the road alone with a severe concussion. After a few days of delirious wandering and severe hallucination he befriended a Yucca plant named Ronald, and the two became best friends. Meanwhile, the cow, now calmed, proceeded to approach the jubilant duo. When it saw the man it had another mood swing, stamping all over the Yucca and squashing the man’s only friend. The man, now crazed with rage ran over the hills and settled into a cave. Sadly for him the cave was filled with scorpions. Eloquent and educated scorpions. They read aloud Jane Austen’s numerous novels as they bit him and filled his veins with venom. The man barely escaped with his life, and ran out of the cave under a beautiful full moon. He looked up and saw a shooting star, and wondered whether it was that beer that did him in. Had no ranch, no family and no friends. His limbs were numb and he couldn’t get his head around Ms. Austen’s priggish style. At last he wished upon the shooting star, begging for him to go back to that fateful day. All he wanted to do was throw away the beer before he could drink it, saving himself from all this misery and woe. Apparently the star heard him, and as soon as he had finished his wish it began to slow. Suddenly it stopped altogether and got brighter and brighter. A great roar filled the sky, and before the man knew it a great flaming stone from space had crushed him. This stone was followed by seven more, all striking precisely the same spot. Finally the cow gamboled along and looked down to see a single hand digging itself out from a small mountain of meteorites. At last the man, battered, bruised, burnt dug himself out. The cow looked down, gave a slight “moo” and exploded. Nobody heard from either of them again. The lesson: don’t drink Miller Genuine Draft Light.

Even worse than MGD. Can not understand how people can drink this stuff. Or any of the other light beers for that matter

This is a poor excuse for a beer. Flavor is far weaker than MGD. Foul taste.

Pale yellow like most american pale lagers. Smells like cheap stale hops. Very thin with no real flavor either. Not very good, I’d skip out on this.

Bottles. Drank several of these for free while watching football. Pale yellow color. White bubbly head. Stale cheap beer aroma. Flavor was very watery. If there is such a thing... it tasted like beer tea. No aftertaste. Can’t be drank too quickly without intermittant belches in order to release excess carbonation build up. If offered to me free again, I’d opt for soda instead.

I definately prefer Miller Genuine Draft over the MGD light, but it’s still a decent beer.