You survived and advanced to another weekend, it’s Budget Beer Friday! So your bracket is already busted day one, your keno tickets and parlay bets aren’t faring much better; Natty got the real knock out blow for you with Natty Rush Hurricane Punch.
A syrupy syringe of malt pain killer at $1.75 for 25oz. of 8% I don’t give a fuck anymore. You aren’t doing that time and a half Saturday shift, no sir not this week, it’s March Madness time! You got your team’s colors on, that jersey with the fewest stains, ready to overdose on b-ball.
Tomorrow it’ll be all about the wearing of the green but tonight it’s just you, Natty, and the remote. After a few of these tallboys you will be thinking you’re the next Cinderella story. You’re going to beat that number one and take your team all the way to the finals, don’t let anyone tell you any different. Unless your neighbors call the cops about your obnoxious cheering again, then you should probably listen.
Till next time, keep your ABV’s high and your tabs low and always listen to the nice officer, they carry guns not a ref whistle.