Yukon takes one for the team in style.
Look at that smile. Can you feel the warmth? The placidity? It’s like slowly sinking into a nice hot bath. And I bet I know why. Do you? Of course you do.
I’ve been sworn to secrecy not to reveal who these little rugrats are, but needless to say they will soon grow up to be big and strong and adorned with Hamm’s Hats because they ate all their vegetables. Stroh’s AND Stag! Awesome. Sounds like a comedy duo.
… or is it Jake? Or Jaik? Or Djaike? Or Tschjdzaykuh?
It doesn’t matter when wearing one’s Hamm’s Hat, especially when there are laser beams emanating from one’s maw. Pretty bad ass, eh?
Here’s “40” doing what he does best: polishing off 30-packs of Hamm’s and holding up signs that other people write for him because he had to repeat the sixth grade. Actually, that does look like his penmanship. Let’s see what else he has to say …
Actually, I happen to be exemplary in the fine arts of Information Technology. Yeah, I know. I’m a nerd. Touché, my friend — touché. Oh wait — I think he’s going somewhere else with that.
Here’s Wildman looking dapper in what has to be the nicest looking shirt I’ve seen him wear in a long time. Must be the cool refreshing Hamm’s.
Dan acting appropriately psyched after winning his Hamm’s Hat. But please — tuck in that shirt!
Here is Coulter looking very stoic in his Hamm’s Hat. Doesn’t he kinda look like one of those Lego action figure guys?
Coulda been mine had I stuck around and had just one more … ah well. Such is the beauty and serendipity of Hamm’s Hats. Yay Hoss!