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I’m listening to Phish’s “A Live One” album and having a debate with myself over whether I should go to the grocery store or just order a pizza. My bedside table has an empty Michelob Ultra on it and I hate myself right now.
This weekend was supposed to be about rest and relaxation. I ended up going out two nights in a row and I had to have consumed at least 24 Michey Mantles in that time period. It’s going to be a two shower day for me as I can still feel booze freely flowing out of my pores.
I got a snap of someone shotgunning a Michelob Ultra at 7:00 a.m. this morning and I legitimately almost puked. You guys are sick, but in a really good way. Call your mom, you degenerates. Let’s get into it.
Nothing says “Thanks for carrying me in your womb and taking care of me” quite like a case of Michelob Ultra. Is it a mom beer? Absolutely. But it’s also for the modern day sportsman.
My head hurts just looking at all of those empty Ultras. I need to stop drinking so much every weekend this is unhealthy.
PSA: Brush your tongue, you guys. Only you can prevent halitosis. Also, sup?
I think this is photo of the week. Juxtaposition, lighting – this pic has it all. Look at that glass. It’s poetic.
Every. single. week. Without fail, someone sends me a snap of them at a PGA tour event crushing Mich Ultras. I love it, but just know I’m incredibly jealous.
This picture begs one question: is Whataburger the most overrated fast food in the world? I’m leaning towards yes.
Are those deucers?
If you didn’t take pics of your crawfish boil you didn’t even really crawfish boil.
My friends are too lazy to ever put together a beer olympics. I’ve always wanted to do one. Smh.
Room with a motherfucking view. Goddamn.
The Michelob Ultra roadie. A tradition that I cannot condone under any circumstances.
Nipple piercings are all the rage right now. Huge fan.
This is the kind of energy I like to see. Good job, great effort. Your attitude determines your altitude.
What year is it? People still drink Four Loko?
I got a bucket of Ultras on Friday night and a table full of girls next to us kept calling me a dandy. It was awesome.
Michelob Ultra is the perfect wedding beer. Those two things just fit together perfectly.
If you don’t know, now you know.
Chicago has a glaring lack of public golf courses. I am ITCHING to play.
I’ve said before and I’ll say it again. Athletes only.
This is dope as hell. I would have tried to steal it.
This was a funny video. I don’t think it ever saw the light of day which is probably for the best. The only line I remember saying was “John Duda, writer for PGP. I love cigarettes.”
I’ve heard that too, actually.
That’s all I’ve got for you this weekend. It was a long one and I’m honestly looking forward to work tomorrow. I drank like a fucking fish all weekend and my body needs a break. Drink responsibly. .