Your dad got shit rowdy before you did and he had a trunk full of kegs to prove it. He was the St. Nick of delivering drunk and when his frost brewed sleigh of destruction rolled up, livers were leveled.
So hipsters, when you’re breaking somebody else’s stuff at a party and throwing half-drank PBR’s at the walls, remember this…
The government changed the legal drinking age to 18 and your dad was the reason they had to change it back to 21.
Cheers, and happy Friday from Dads are the Original Hipsters. Now go out and kill this weekend like your dad would. Don’t forget to double-fury-fist bottled intoxicants.
Also, don’t forget to pick up a copy of Dads are the Original Hipsters this weekend. Your dad thinks it awesome.
Hold onto your beards and pull up your skinny jeans because the Friday start to your shit-tastically awesome long weekend is here. So stop instagramming for two seconds and call your dad for some lessons on how to party like Alcoholeus, the mythical Greek God of drunken debauchery. And, when you’re hugging throne while purging life-force into porcelain, remember that dad says everything will be okay.
Happy Friday hipsters. I don’t know what the shit is going on is this photo, but all of it is pure win. From the velo-swag kid in the background pulling an A.C. Slater on the chair, to Nana getting grape drunk in her fresh Nikes — this moment is priceless. Check out dad too. A normal bottle of vino couldn’t quench his liver’s Funday night thirst for inebriation, which is why he always rolled deep with a jug of Jesus juice. He didn’t just bring the party, he was usually the reason why the party got shut down and why granny has a DUI on her record from trying to ride her electric wheelchair home.
I raise my box of wine to you sir. You are a life champion of debauchery.
Post Note: I thought this was a legit submission and it is not. Turns out it is a David Lachapelle photo from his collection “Recollections in America.” My bad and please only submit your photos. Here’s a link to the rest of the collection.