Your dad got day drunk before you did and he took the post-afternoon recovery naps to prove it. In a stroke of inebriated Einstein he solved the theory of relative intoxication, thus shifting the socially acceptable hours of smashed into the previously responsible daytime. Now, the party started when he said it did, which happened to be at 1 p.m. on a Tuesday some days. He was a wasted genius and we all owe him a debt of gratitude for showing us that sunlight makes beer taste better.
So hipsters, when you’re buying PBRs from the cold beer, cold water guy while sitting on hipster hill in Delores Park at 2pm on a Sunny Sunday, remember this…
Your dad was a social pioneer who broke new ground in the field of crunk.
Big thanks to Tyler for submitting today’s great photo.