Because the Brass Rail is a black-tie kinda place, it only makes sense that folks come in dressed to the nines. To wit:
But please: no tuxedo t-shirts. That’s just not classy.
Sharp Dressed Man
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Monthly Archives: October 2012
Mah-tee, Mah-tee, Mah-tee, Maht, Maht, Maht …
Ahh, Boilermaker. He’s like a big Teddy Bear. A big Teddy Bear that likes Purdue, Busch Light, and MC’s. What’s an MC, you say? Some might say it’s a Matty Cocktail. Others might say it’s the most vile mixed drink you could imagine. But I’ll leave that to your imagination. Instead, here’s another shot of Matty before he spins around like a top.
He looks like some big elephant that traded in his snout for a sharp set of teef. Whatevs.
What, me worry?
Great Lakes asking the bigger questions.
Asshat!
Ahh … Hamm’s Hats. The creativity just keeps on giving. In retrospect, I’m surprised no one thought of this sooner. Submitted by Trent, and that’s apparently Scott’s ass, in case you were wondering.
Grab yer coat and get yer hat!
…
Leave your worries on the doorstep,
Life can be so sweet …
On the sunny side of the street.
Can’t you hear the pitter-pat?
And that happy tune as your step,
Life can be complete …
On the sunny side of the street.
I used to walk in the shade, with my blues on parade.
But I’m not afraid… this rover’s crossed over …
If I never had a cent,
I’d be rich as Rockefeller …
Gold dust at my feet,
On the sunny side of the street.
Oh The Humanity!!!
I guess it goes without saying — if you’re gonna get into a plastic knife fight, bring two Hamm’s Hats. That’ll do the trick. Just sayin’.
[Ed.: What the hell are those red things, anyway? Pepperoni off of a delicious Premium Butch’s Pizza? Mmmmm … Butch’s Pizza.]
Ponderous.
Here we see Hoss contemplating the facts. Fucking ponderous, man — fucking ponderous.
Therapy?
Therapy.
You do not wanna fuck with this sweatervest-laden character.
Blurry pizza anyone?
