Other rules:
- No cheap shit. Nobody wants to swill Keesler's and Stab-n-Kill again.-No super-duper expensive shit, unless you are feeling that generous.
-Nothing that is in our regular routine of bourbons/rye we've all had before. (I.E - Evan Williams; Rebel Yell, Marker's Mark, Old Grand Dad, etc. Go different or go home, peeps.)
- No Scotch and no Canadian. Must be a truly barrel aged bourbon, rye or other whiskey. Read the labels: I don't want that "special aged in 6 months with our secret process" crap. FYI, that swill is made in a third-world soap factory. Go ahead and drink all you want of that bilge; you'll be wearing grandpa's Depends unda-pants for two days working the sewage out of your system. You've been warned.
-No fucking biker bro-hugs. Jumping-Jesus-on-a-pogo-stick, that shit is stoopid to see all the time.
-No mom jeans, no wife jeans, or younger sister jeans. (see picture below. Seriously, how can any man wear that shit?)
That is all.
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| Don't EVER, EVER, EVER, wear these. To the biker guys that do: you are humiliating yourself. |