A bike race I participated in had fullbody Pabst pajamas as third prize. Unfortunately, I only got 14th, so….
Somehwere in Philadelphia I just shit my pants.
Somewhere in Brooklyn, a hipster just blew his load.
Roscoe’s sweater should be covered in tiny images of feet, cheese, coffee cups, and raw hide bones-all of his favorites.
Ahh tis the season… somehowsomeway:
I would pay an irresponsible amount of money for this.
i am trying to find a way to ask my mom to knit me this without admitting my life dependence on pbr. i also want her to...
It’s all about that Schlitz sweater.