Tacos scores again!!
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Awwwwww …. (!!)
This is my good buddy’s kid, Albie, (age 2.833) wearing a Seagram’s Hat. ISN’T HE ADORABLE? Damn straight. A real natural. *sniff* It brings tears to one’s eyes.
Fuckin’ A.
Hoss classy-ing it up with his 30-pack Hamm’s Hat. Excellent execution, if I do say so myself. Nothing like enjoying a nice sunny day with a cool refreshing Hamm’s, and immersing oneself in an engrossing comic book graphic novel.
Ahhhhh … it’s a beautiful thing.
“Unofficial” Trent!
When he’s not busy carving four-leaf clovers out of ice in the alley …
Wildman! (aka Tacos)
Um … isn’t that can upside down?
Does it matter? Go WILDMAN!!
Return of the Hamm’s
Well unless you’ve been living under a rock, there were some unnerving events unfolding in downtown Champaign over the last few weeks. One of the local beer distributors RAN OUT OF CANS OF HAMM’S. That’s right, Hamm’s. The beer refreshing. Brewed where nature works her wonders. Aged for many moons. HAMM’S.
Here’s a picture of the last can consumed, as submitted by Low End on February 22nd, the year of our Lord, two-thousand twelve.
Oh, sure … you could get a Hamm’s draft at two many fine institutions downtown, but where’s the chance to win? If you’re the lucky individual to blow the keg, are you going to wear it on your head? I think not. That would just look silly.
Let the games continue.
Cioli!
So I sez to the guy, I sez …
What. Too soon?
Do I look like a bug?
Hoss scores the next 30. In his own words:
“Cut shoulder spots but the holder-holes were too low. Made my own eye holes but it’s still a little goofy.”
More research is needed. Or as Martin Brody so eloquently put it, “we’re gonna need more Hamm’s a bigger boat.”
Somehow this also comes to mind.
Onwards, gents!
Forty knocks off a thirty! (Poetic, no?)
Coulter is the proud recipient of the first 30-pack of Hamm’s hat. Couldn’t happen to a nicer asshole guy. I’m frankly impressed he got the “three” and the “zero” in the right order with his fingers. I’m also guessing he’s not the one reading John Irving.
Margarita!
The always fine lookin’ Margarita wearing a PBR hat! Aces, yo.