When I was in high school we used to call Newcastle “birthday beer”.  This was because when I was 16, I could pretty much only afford the $2.50 it cost to buy a 40 of Mickey’s.  Plus there was always the $5 add on of purchasing Howard the Bum’s pint of

The other day, my good friend from the Azores asked me if I was proud to be an American. Of course, my initial reaction was “absolutely not” but then I got to thinking and that’s when I realized what being an American is really about: Getting drunk on a boat.

Nothing says “I’m broke as shit, but I still wanna party” like a 40 oz bottle of malt liquor.  Whether your particular potion is Mickey’s, St. Ides, Old English, Colt .45, or Steel Reserve, having a 40 in your hand shows the world that being “classy” just isn’t your thing. I

I actually wanted to call this post, “Broke-Ass’ got a Brand New Bag” but I feel like I’ve had enough problems with James Brown’s estate lawyers so I didn’t. In typical fashion I didn’t get these bags finished in time for Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa so they didn’t end up as anyone’s stocking