Oh. Hell. Yeah.

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From: Barcardi Marty

What’s a nice family vacation to the beach in Nags Head without a cold Yeungling?


What is a vacation without Yeungling indeed? That’s how I roll on the east coast.

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

4 Replies to “Oh. Hell. Yeah.”

  1. Man…you are right. That is some DAMN good beer. My bud in Indiana gets it shipped to him from NY and I steal some whenever I’m at his pad.

    Which reminds me…I am thirsty.

  2. I always ask my mom to load up a few cases of Yuengling and Straub into the car when she drives out for a visit. I tell her it’s the fee for room and board when she comes to see the grandkids.

  3. This town is a Podunk shithole of the first degree. A stagnant little cesspool of inbreeding, I’ll tell you what.

    But there are three stores in easy biking distance that carry the amber goodness. Every pouring establishment has it on tap. Suffice to sahy that it is both readily available and affordable.

    Of course there’s still the matter of bike-hating goobers in their F-Shitfifty Superdoodys. Not to mention the Icy Hotn Stuntaz in their unmuffled Civics who like nothing better than to sede hosw close they can pass the unsuspectinc cyclist whilst giving a blast of throttle.