Like its ads geared toward middle-aged, alcoholic men would imply, High Life brings out the All-American man in each of us. Imagine sitting down with a 6-pack to watch the game, nothing but an undershirt on, seeing the Radio Flyer wagon sitting in the yard, and unbuckling the belt to whip the shit out of your kids when they get back home. At such a reasonable price, even families of lower income and college kids on a budget can afford to drop gallons of this shit and get fucking loaded.
I'd like to meet:
EVERYONE WHO APPRECIATES A HEAVY POUR, KNOWS HOW TO TIP AND KNOWS WHEN TO LEAVE !
Persons who may join us on the velvet sofa of righteousness
* garage punk types
* reds, revolutionaries and progressives
* stocking-clad harlots
* Tourette's syndrome sufferers
* humourists
* cynics and sceptics
* grumpy old bastards
* the mildly eccentric (but not mentally diseased)
* thoroughly nice, loyal, thoughtful people
Persons who should slide down a very long razorblade to deadsville
* the Right
* anti-social scum
* property developers
* the clergy
* every single 'reality show' participant ever
* charlatans, quacks and homeopaths
* fuckers who feel the need to spit!
* the advertising industry
* wankers, tossers and douche-bags
Thanx Lost Soul.....
Music:
Yeah, a killer juke box
r.i.p james brown....1933-2006..
Television:
We got two.
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