They’re just pissed cause they watched Bruno Mars instead of celebrating an American event in true American fashion. One negative is that I think I now know what Bruno Mars looks like, a less white but slightly taller Justin Bieber. Seeing the girls out of their winter wear more than compensated though.
I don’t care. They will promote their brand in some fashion regardless. Would you rather see their money spent in communities and benefiting real people or on a worthless celebrity? I know which one I’d pick.
It was a lot better for me… mute the TV, crank up Marshall Tucker, set 30 rack next to hot tub, throw my ass into the hot tub and consume mass amounts of beer.
I feel where you’re coming from, but I don’t agree at all. It’s not just about “that one guy,” yeah, he may have been the center of attention in that moment but think about all the vets that showed up to be a part of something they may have never had. Perhaps recalling how Vietnam vets were treated, you won’t be so harsh on Budweiser, example:
The Army provided my charter flight from Vietnam to the LA airport and I had to arrange a connecting flight to Salt Lake City. The charter flight was a new 747, a huge plane full of troops returning from Vietnam. I guess with a target that big, protestors knew we were coming and had gathered.
As we were walking down the LA concourse we could hear shouting and I could see security guys and people behind a rope carrying signs on sticks. As we came closer to them we had to walk right by the rope line and their yelling was louder. I couldn’t help but feel conflicted because I was a hippie in my heart and I wished the war would end, too, and if I were not a machine gunner in the jungle, maybe I would be there with a sign and yelling right along with them. With that feeling of distant kinship, I noticed one of them was a very pretty girl with blonde hair parted in the middle, blue eyes and wearing a granny dress, hippie clothes like I wore, fair young skin like mine but hers looked so soft and tender.
Damn, it had been too long away from women and I couldn’t help myself staring at her right up on the rope line and as I passed by very close she spit in my face. I tried to turn my head but was too late and, with arms full I walked along with disbelief, spit dripping from my face as the shouts of “Get out of Vietnam!” and “Killer!” and “Murderer” penetrated down to the center of my soul where a little sensor began glowing to tell me I had been betrayed.
Didn’t they know I was just like them and doing what I had to do because my country called me? Did they know better than our country’s leaders about helping a country resist a communist takeover? As I slogged along, having mastered the art in mountain jungles with a heavy load, I burned with a confusing mix of unwarranted shame and resentment. http://www.angryskipperassociation.org/pdf_documents/Grunt%20Melody.pdf
In context, this guy’s unit, my Uncle included, got shot up in fuck ass nowhere Vietnam while people, our parents’ generation specifically, took time out of their day to spit on draftees. I’ll continue buying Budweiser, especially if they take the time to organize things like this, because it really wasn’t about the beer for anyone there in person.
You’re doing it wrong. Buy a comfortable couch, you know, the L shaped ones. After you snap out of your 3 hour post bone coma, dip out of bed and crash on the couch which is probably more comfortable than all y’alls shitty IKEA beds anyway.
Give it another season, he’ll be over there playing for the Vikings, just like Favre and Greg Jennings, and you shitbirds will gobble up that last place in the division caliber underboob sweat with aplomb.
The best part about Minneapolis… is that it’s close to Wisconsin. If you’ve never experienced the small town bar scene in Western Wisconsin, it’s a sight to behold. $1 bottles/2 for 1 $2 drafts/$2 Pints/$2 Wells. All. Day. Long. You can get blacked out drunk on $15.
PS: MN doesn’t sell beer on Sundays, so I guarantee you will find yourself making that drive to Hudson.
Step 1:
Don’t drive on ice or snow if you have bullshit summer tires.
Step 2:
If it’s icy, let air out of your tires, down to around 15 PSI
Step 3:
Drive.
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This didn’t get any better the 2nd time around.
They’re just pissed cause they watched Bruno Mars instead of celebrating an American event in true American fashion. One negative is that I think I now know what Bruno Mars looks like, a less white but slightly taller Justin Bieber. Seeing the girls out of their winter wear more than compensated though.
I don’t care. They will promote their brand in some fashion regardless. Would you rather see their money spent in communities and benefiting real people or on a worthless celebrity? I know which one I’d pick.
“Kid, if you play a football game and then run all the way to Green Bay only to drink a Coke, you’re probably going to die from dehydration.”
Maybe you missed “Ashwaubenon” plastered on the kid’s Jersey, a suburb of Green Bay adjacent to Lambeau Field.
It was a lot better for me… mute the TV, crank up Marshall Tucker, set 30 rack next to hot tub, throw my ass into the hot tub and consume mass amounts of beer.
I feel where you’re coming from, but I don’t agree at all. It’s not just about “that one guy,” yeah, he may have been the center of attention in that moment but think about all the vets that showed up to be a part of something they may have never had. Perhaps recalling how Vietnam vets were treated, you won’t be so harsh on Budweiser, example:
The Army provided my charter flight from Vietnam to the LA airport and I had to arrange a connecting flight to Salt Lake City. The charter flight was a new 747, a huge plane full of troops returning from Vietnam. I guess with a target that big, protestors knew we were coming and had gathered.
As we were walking down the LA concourse we could hear shouting and I could see security guys and people behind a rope carrying signs on sticks. As we came closer to them we had to walk right by the rope line and their yelling was louder. I couldn’t help but feel conflicted because I was a hippie in my heart and I wished the war would end, too, and if I were not a machine gunner in the jungle, maybe I would be there with a sign and yelling right along with them. With that feeling of distant kinship, I noticed one of them was a very pretty girl with blonde hair parted in the middle, blue eyes and wearing a granny dress, hippie clothes like I wore, fair young skin like mine but hers looked so soft and tender.
Damn, it had been too long away from women and I couldn’t help myself staring at her right up on the rope line and as I passed by very close she spit in my face. I tried to turn my head but was too late and, with arms full I walked along with disbelief, spit dripping from my face as the shouts of “Get out of Vietnam!” and “Killer!” and “Murderer” penetrated down to the center of my soul where a little sensor began glowing to tell me I had been betrayed.
Didn’t they know I was just like them and doing what I had to do because my country called me? Did they know better than our country’s leaders about helping a country resist a communist takeover? As I slogged along, having mastered the art in mountain jungles with a heavy load, I burned with a confusing mix of unwarranted shame and resentment.
http://www.angryskipperassociation.org/pdf_documents/Grunt%20Melody.pdf
In context, this guy’s unit, my Uncle included, got shot up in fuck ass nowhere Vietnam while people, our parents’ generation specifically, took time out of their day to spit on draftees. I’ll continue buying Budweiser, especially if they take the time to organize things like this, because it really wasn’t about the beer for anyone there in person.
You’re doing it wrong. Buy a comfortable couch, you know, the L shaped ones. After you snap out of your 3 hour post bone coma, dip out of bed and crash on the couch which is probably more comfortable than all y’alls shitty IKEA beds anyway.
Give it another season, he’ll be over there playing for the Vikings, just like Favre and Greg Jennings, and you shitbirds will gobble up that last place in the division caliber underboob sweat with aplomb.
False. But the below IS the kind of stupidity you encounter in MN:
Sometimes I forget the Civil War ended before hurricane Katrina too.
You already lost your credibility.
It’s also filled with the ugliest pigeon toed women ever whereas Edina is full to the brim of USDA Grade A townies.
The best part about Minneapolis… is that it’s close to Wisconsin. If you’ve never experienced the small town bar scene in Western Wisconsin, it’s a sight to behold. $1 bottles/2 for 1 $2 drafts/$2 Pints/$2 Wells. All. Day. Long. You can get blacked out drunk on $15.
PS: MN doesn’t sell beer on Sundays, so I guarantee you will find yourself making that drive to Hudson.
Everything besides the weather in California is shit, let them have this one guys.
“When someone takes up two parking spots because they drive too big of a truck.”
Says woman who scoffs at ‘men’ driving econoboxes.
Step 1:
Don’t drive on ice or snow if you have bullshit summer tires.
Step 2:
If it’s icy, let air out of your tires, down to around 15 PSI
Step 3:
Drive.
People actually listen to this shit?
Rednecks in the south will never learn that mud tires aren’t worth a single shit in the snow.
Hilarious btw.
Oh, now that I’ve Googled… you weren’t exaggerating. HAHAHAHA I wouldn’t even call that a snow storm.
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/atlanta-other-parts-of-south-paralyzed-by-ice-snowstorm/
Katie was banging on Gavin Newsome? Ok, I would too.
I have a freaking college degree in advertising and public relations.
Precisely.