I thought they had reached the evolutionary apex with beer when they started making the fridge 12 pack so you could just put whole bitch in your fridge. Until now when they (beer engineers) trumphed themselves ten fold with the vented wide mouth. Up on deck? The shotgun ready tab, hopefully.
When I was a kid my friends brother told us if your temp was above 40 degrees you would die. So, of course we took our temp and it was like 96 or whatever and we both tripped out and thought we was going to die untill we looked over and his fat fuck of a brother was rolling on the floor laughing. Then he did the stupid Scott farkus big brother move by saying some dumb ass technicality, "I meant 40 degrees celsious." fucking ball bag. So yeah this photo reminded me of that and the boss man was sweating me to post something so...
So i love it when you call yourself out for getting too drunk the night before and feeling like complete shit all day then your homies tell you about all the free drinks and good times that are ahead that night of your supposed "detox" is supposed to go down. Here i am getting ready to enconter some strange brew at Monark!
Bucks clutch randomly went out today so we couldnt stop from stapleton to englewood which equals a total rush! Ran through about 8 stop signs and got cutty through some alleys and push started through some heated intersections then jumping into the car. All in all it was a fucking cakewalk!