Happy Friday Time to Drink

With all this talk of doping lately, it makes we want to drink.  Good thing I just got some fine goodies in the mail to help me with this task.  Cory over at Dank Bags was kind enough to hook me up with some fresh coozies done up in a proper DC style.  I sent him an old pair of socks, and he took care of the rest, I suggest you do the same.  One coozy for beer, the other for my forties, drinking don’t get much better than this.


Mmm Beer


Much better than a paper bag

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About 40 Hands

A fan of riding bikes with one gear, malt liquor, riding without knowing how many miles I’ve covered, and strip clubs that let you bring your own keg. I typically have a stupid grin on my face, it is because deep down I know that no matter what, my mom thinks I’m cool. Denver, Colorado, USA

19 thoughts on “Happy Friday Time to Drink

  1. Drink it? Damn baby, we have a long standing bet around here. Best season between the Eagles & Giants takes a case of OE forties. We’ve only been in the same time and place once to drink together. It’s been a long distance love affair most years.

    Dude. That was totally gay wasn’t it?

  2. we only drank that shit when we were broke as fuck. king cobra, mickeys, and that wino shit, wild irish rose. blech.

  3. Back in the 90’s when I was king, a 12 pack of Olympia cans, with tax, was $3.29 at Western Post Liquors. I used to shake down the sofas (we had four) for change.

  4. …used ta be we all had our own quart a ‘bud’ for chaser & the 5th of ‘southern comfort’ just went round the circle ’til it was gone…

    …you hadda work on your timing so that the fat doob didn’t get to ya at the same time or you hadda forfeit your toke & in that circle, fuck me, it’d be a whole ‘nother round & you’d be lucky if you ended up with more than a roach…

    …tough times…

  5. Pathmart Generic Beer from the late 70’s.

    Gawd knows the price but we would buy a 6 of Bud and a case of generic.

    We would pound down the Bud to get enuf buzz to get thru the case of “The Great White Shit” as my buddy called it.

    Good times. Good times.

  6. Try playing “Edward Forty Hands”. That’s where you’re best bud duct tapes one forty to each hand and you’re not set free until they’re both gone. How do you pee with these bottles attached to my hands you ask? My advice is to wear sweat pants. Two forties and sweat pants. Now that’s class.

  7. 80 ounces.

    That’s just 6 1/2 cans.

    You can’t hold that ?

    I needed a 12 pack before I had to drain the lizard.

    Turkey. You need to drink more and train that bladder.

    And duct tape is only for holding your fender on.

  8. I’ll be 60. Give it a few more years and that well-trained bladder will develop a mind of its own. Trust me on this one.

    46? Whippersnapper…

  9. I’ll be joining you soon enuf, Odin willing.

    Getting old is better than the alternative is my take.

    I’ve seen enuf die.

    I’m with Woody Allen.

    I just don’t want to be there.