getting ready to go out and i just spit out a big chunk of my molar....good times
Brother 1995 is calling. Can you talk?
I shotgunned one of these back in the 90s and thought I was going to die.
Wife and I actually tried getting on tap for our reception in 93.Side note that was the shit in high-school.
YepSide note that was the shit in high-school.
You drop a Jolly Rancher in one of those things and it's fucking party time.Wife and I actually tried getting on tap for our reception in 93.
You think this is my first zima rodeo?You drop a Jolly Rancher in one of those things and it's fucking party time.
One of my high school buddy's older brother worked at a beer distributor, and he'd buy us beer (and Zima) every weekend. So me and the crew that I ran with would get shitfaced on cheap beer (PBR, Red Stripe, Busch, Little Kings, etc) and take a case of Zima with us to a party, just for the chics. We all played football and basketball, so we'd have the shit on ice in the back of the truck as we played, and then just start hammering it after games. We'd show up to parties like Tweener and Billy Bob from Varsity Blues.Yep
The gals got frisky after taking down zimas
Happy New Year all
Goods times and Good people
I had an older buddy who worked at a distributor too. He'd set a case of Hudy Delight (local brew back then) in an alley next to the building and I'd swing by and snatch it up. I was 16 when I started this and did it pretty much all through high school. I don't really remember how we planned it out. Way before cell pbones or even pagers.One of my high school buddy's older brother worked at a beer distributor, and he'd buy us beer (and Zima) every weekend. So me and the crew that I ran with would get shitfaced on cheap beer (PBR, Red Stripe, Busch, Little Kings, etc) and take a case of Zima with us to a party, just for the chics. We all played football and basketball, so we'd have the shit on ice in the back of the truck as we played, and then just start hammering it after games. We'd show up to parties like Tweener and Billy Bob from Varsity Blues.
100% man. I dont care what anyone says, life was better without social media and cell phones. You actually had to talk to people, be capable of reading a map or writing down & following directions, coordinate plans and just figure shit out. We'd get in bar fights and someone would get left behind when everyone fled the police, or get abandoned at parties because the friend you rode with took off to go hook up with some chic....you either walked your ass to a pay phone and hoped someone answered, or you roughed it for the night. I remember one night the police raided a party we were at, everyone hauled ass, I ran into the woods and didn't know where the fuck I was. It was dead of winter, freezing ass. I just kept walking until I ran into an apartment complex. Found the laundry room, put quarters in the dryer and slept on top of that motherfucker for heat.I had an older buddy who worked at a distributor too. He'd set a case of Hudy Delight (local brew back then) in an alley next to the building and I'd swing by and snatch it up. I was 16 when I started this and did it pretty much all through high school. I don't really remember how we planned it out. Way before cell pbones or even pagers.
When I think back on those times, it sort of amazes me how we were able to organize all our activities without these stupid smart phones.
I'm from Cincy and one time I met a buddy from C-Bus at a concert in Dayton. "Meet you at the gate around 5." That was it. Probably 17 years old. Crazy to think about. Today's kids are soft as shit.
At one of those concerts when I was like 19 i met my cousin who was 16. This was at Wright State University near Dayton. I brought a cooler of beer and we were slamming them in the parking lot. Cops busted us and gave us open container tickets and a court date. I think I got contributing as well since it was my cooler.100% man. I dont care what anyone says, life was better without social media and cell phones. You actually had to talk to people, be capable of reading a map or writing down & following directions, coordinate plans and just figure shit out. We'd get in bar fights and someone would get left behind when everyone fled the police, or get abandoned at parties because the friend you rode with took off to go hook up with some chic....you either walked your ass to a pay phone and hoped someone answered, or you roughed it for the night. I remember one night the police raided a party we were at, everyone hauled ass, I ran into the woods and didn't know where the fuck I was. It was dead of winter, freezing ass. I just kept walking until I ran into an apartment complex. Found the laundry room, put quarters in the dryer and slept on top of that motherfucker for heat.