As if this is going to dissuade KC fans. ****, I think you just crafted the best marketing slogan for this swill.

Expect sales to spike as this brew corners the balding, goatee wearing demographic.

Nah - to get that far you'd have to add "Cold-filtered through the ass-crack of an OD'd 250 lb stripper and served out of an ash tray"....

....come to think of it, that's probably a fair addition to the marketing slogan for Camo Black.

Those are the best when you catch a wiff of vagina juice coming from it.

I'd tailgate with it...

I'm calling bullshit. It's clearly printed right on the can "Special Reserve" "Ultra Premium"...

I mean, you don't just give shitty beer two distinct adjectives like that. "Ultra" and "Premium".

Plus they have to tell the truth...they can't lie...not on their own label anyway...

most powerful puke i ever had was after drinking 3/4 can of that shit. i'd no sooner set the can down then whoosh...right out the mouth and nose. splattered the poor dog and she was about 6feet in front of me. came close to blowing out my o-ring too.

never again.
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It's happened to me on more than one occaision.

Once, I was tripping on acid after a Black Crowes concert in St. Louis...long story short, the cops had ME drive from the sobriety checkpoint because I blew .0771 and my buddy who was driving was at like .09...

Another time, after Kid Rock and Tenacious D at Municipal Auditorium, I had been pulled over for driving with no headlights, shit you not. I was young and stupid (may not have been of legal age, even) and had a traffic warrant from Lee's Summit...open containers in a car that reeked of marijuana...and I drove home that night.

See, if you don't act like a jackass, have some composure, and aren't slurring your words or otherwise visably inebriated, most cops have way more important things to deal with.

Now, I don't find myself in those situations anymore, and the world has indeed changed a bit since then...but usually, cops aren't usually out just trying to **** up everyone's day or night - usually, they just give a person enough rope to **** it up for themselves.

Like, Jovan Belcher, for instance; cool enough to talk to the police, cool enough to get the neighbor to let him in at 4AM...but not cool enough to talk to your 'baby momma' or what the **** ever a couple hours later??

(enter Cris Carter soundbyte here:) Come on, man!!!

Still, my ultimate point is simple. He had a 3 month old at home, and had to be at work at 9AM the next day to prepare for a game against the Carolina Panthers in less than 36 hours...and shithead Belcher was out clubbin'.

**** him.

I CAN'T drink that shit!! It won't go down; my body rejects it outright...


:Lin:

do yourself a favor and put it to the test!!

Make sure that it's Ultra AND Premium...

:Lin:

Maybe they were thinking fuel.

Because I'm sure the sensation of drinking it is similar to drinking 'ultra premium' octane from QT...

Hey there.

out of a box in his fridge

Only in FROSTED mugs.