The Opiate of the Masses

Believe it or not, people actually email me Colt 45 pictures, frequently telling me how I have inspired them to break the shackles of hegemony and indulge in the forbidden fruit of malt liquor.  At least, that's how I interpret it.  

Whoa, what a find!  Spotting a Colt 45 delivery truck is like tracking down a white elephant.  Nice work to my man Zeotch.   I wonder if this thing gets the homeless running after it like kids after the ice cream man?

Another excellent score by Zeotch.  Youngstown, Ohio apparently has a lot more to be proud of than Boom Boom Mancini.

As we've seen elsewhere, Colt 45 parties are becoming increasingly popular.  The Golden Elixir even prompted the cats to barbecue...in the winter...in Michigan.  I'd like to think I played some small part in bringing such exuberance and Joie de Vivre to the world.

My man John Shaft had a few choice words for these guys when he found out that they dig Colt 45.

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Much like the bible is said to be the greatest story ever told, this is surely the greatest cake ever baked.  It brings a tear to the eye.

It's been a while since I went through these emails, but I believe this cake is somehow related to these people, who, if I recall, are Canadians.  Hey, they look just like Americans!

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These fine gents went to great lengths to get this pictures to me.  In return for their cloak and dagger efforts, it was the least I could do to post them here.

	That calendar on the wall is so you don't get drunk and forget those important appointments that all of us who enjoy Colt 45 have...like court dates.
Hmmm, three dudes and only six cans of colt?  I'm not sure I like that math.  There must be a cooler out of screen

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