The Official VM Wife does not think I should post a link to this news item by using the headline Colt 45: Works Every Time.
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The Official VM Wife does not think I should post a link to this news item by using the headline Colt 45: Works Every Time.
WHERE did he get a bottle of Colt 45?? I thought they stopped making that stuff ages ago. I know the plant outside Baltimore was shut down a long time ago. Ah, this brings back memories. I am pretty much convinced my parents were the old white people in America who drank Colt 45.
OK, that’s probably not going to be everyone’s reaction to that story, but I toss it out there, for whatever it’s worth.
“Fudd Beer? I thought they stopped making that stuff after those farmers went blind!”
I used to drink the Colt back at St. John’s (be happy you graduated when you did). I used to joke that my mutant power was the ability to metabolize malt liquor (our superhero team was the Generation X-Men).
Eventually, I realized it was really only the Colt that I could handle, because I would get my ass kicked on a regular basis by Crazy Horse, Mickey’s and King Cobra. And don’t even get me started on the 800.
My favorite aspect of Colt 45 was the bottle size, because they shifted away from the Double Deuce (22 oz.) for a while in favor of the Two by Four (24 oz.), which was a remarkable accurate nickname for that product.
Ah, school daze…
I meany “only white people,” not “old white people,” though that describes them as well.
OK, now that we’ve established that you and my Mom have something in common, I’m going to slowly back away from the computer for the rest of the day ….