From: R. Flakeman
dude, the studying of delta bravo culture could endlessly hold my interest.i’m about to get my weekend on, bitch.
Need I remind the gentleman that today is only Thursday? Nah. It’s time to embrace your inner Icy Hot Stunta.
Immersion, they say, is the best way to learn a new culture. Yep. Delta Bravo. And the study of. Intriguing, yet treacherous. Let us stick to the calmer, more predictable shores of Whiskey Tango. We’ve been immersed in that for years. And, we’ve only just begun to scratch the surface of its glory.
Icy hot, shiiiiit. I’m smooth like butta.
Fuck, now we gotta drink!
Lagunitas, Whiskey Tango Foxtrot…I’m assuming.
Oops! That be Wilco, Tango, Foxtrot. Big ‘Ol imperial brown.
It’s “its,” not “it’s.” Possessive. Looks like someone’s got a case of the Thursdays.
Mikey ~ correction made.
bj, who’s the hottie with the tattoos in this picture?
Does this mean I’ve been iced?
Just picked up some Lagunitas Hairy Eyeball and some Flying Dog Raging Bitch for tomorrow’s post-ride libations in good ol’ Wisconsin. Tried the WTF a couple weeks ago and really liked it.
Lagunitas— you mean Petaluma CA, right? Their pale ale is superlative. It’s all I drank on my recent trip to the Bay Area.
Yuengling amber lager this weekend, methinks.
…mikey’s right…
…lagunitas (little lakes), the town of which is less than 10 as the crow wings it from my door but the brew’s out a’ petaluma…
Yuengling lager sounds good…may need to break into my remaining stash–23 bottles left–and ice a few for the special holiday. Thanks for reminding me! It tastes so much better when you can’t drink it any time you want.
you guys are totally missing the point, and it is a spitmark on the heritage necktie of drunkcyclist. drinking/riding = good. giving too much a fuck about drinking/riding = gay.
judi, that shit is me in the photo. you are dirty, and i’m telling your man.
Yo chet, Where’s your whitecap? I’m gonna ice your ass with a smoked trout fillet, 3 PBR’s and a front pocket of Maker’s. We can call our group Beta Alpha Ulysis. AKA: Business As Usual.
You’ve been Iced and Fired. Not by the boss, but by me when I lit your whisky soaked sweater vest a flame and peed my pants. I like to call that fire-water. Now we just haveta figure out what Earth and Wind will be. I have a few ideas.
Does your shirt read “Smirnope Ice”?