Breaking news! 24-packs are back!
If my math is correct, this should result in a 25% increase in Hamm’s Hats. Now that’s a good investment. Let the games begin.
[Photo submitted by Hoss aka Teabag. Or “Mr. Bag” if your name is Hot Pockets.]
You want me to do what now?
Ahh … now it all makes sense.
Meet Mark P.; not to be confused with Brick. Apparently this was his first time at The Brass Rail. And how do we welcome new patrons to The Brass Rail? With a Hamm’s Hat! (If you get the last delicious can, of course.) He assumed his new duties with vim and aplomb. Well done, Mark!
TACOS!!
[Ed.: Yes — that was Wildman’s actual response watching Family Feud one day at The Rail.]
Lemme get this straight.
So what now?
Fuck, yeah!! Bonus points for the visual acuity!
Cool it — I’m thirsty.
Now that’s a cold refreshing beer. Happy days are here again.
Ahh — the joyous beginning of the weekend: Friday Happy Hour. And according to Cool Whip, what’s better than Happy Hour? When there’s a Hamm’s Hat involved! Smart girl; she’s a keeper.
P.S.: I like the mouthpiece. Nice touch.
See if Armageddon is on. It’s the thinking man’s Deep Impact. Oh wait. I have that backwards.
This guy.
The true mark of a Hamm’s Hat man — taking a sip of that cold refreshing tiny little shiny can of aluminum goodness whilst hat engaged. Rock on.
Mmmmmmm … the beer refreshing. Does that look inviting or what!?