Favorite 40ozs?
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I remember some off brand 40s... Big Bear, and one called Cammo. Those are the shit you can only get at the korean corner stores.
I always liked 22s, cuz 40s get warm quick while your holding them. 22s were cold to the last drink. So I fucked with 22s. 1 in my hand 10 in the fridge just chillin.
22 of ice 800, or some 211.
I always liked 22s, cuz 40s get warm quick while your holding them. 22s were cold to the last drink. So I fucked with 22s. 1 in my hand 10 in the fridge just chillin.
22 of ice 800, or some 211.
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When I was 17 and worked at KFC, there was a liquor store right up the road. I'd have him go grab me two 40oz's of Magnum, drink one at work, the other on the way home. Forget about my shitty life working at FUCKING KFC.
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Straight rot gut. malt liquor shits the next morning.
What was the worst was drinking a 40 outside in warm weather getting buzzed then the headache and straight lethargy that followed if you didnt continue to drink.
We use to mob around quite a bit, so we could be in an area that was harder to a. Steal from, b. find someone to buy it.
So we would have to get from one end of the city to the other, lots on foot, lots on bus. I remember a few summer days pounding on a 40 and heading somewhere. Only to lose my buzz and have a splitting headache and be hella tired. But I had to wait sometimes a few hours to get to a spot where I could get more beer mid day.
But 40s were like what we partied with. Back then you could bump into girls and be like wanna party tonight? Take em somewhere everyone drinking 40s, the girls drink on that girl stuff we got them. And everyone chooses who they want and just let the liquor be the reason.
Remember when they had those 64oz for a bit? Coming in big ass, glass, apple juice jugs haha
I was able to get 40z when I was 16 at my corner store. I loved that shit.
What was the worst was drinking a 40 outside in warm weather getting buzzed then the headache and straight lethargy that followed if you didnt continue to drink.
We use to mob around quite a bit, so we could be in an area that was harder to a. Steal from, b. find someone to buy it.
So we would have to get from one end of the city to the other, lots on foot, lots on bus. I remember a few summer days pounding on a 40 and heading somewhere. Only to lose my buzz and have a splitting headache and be hella tired. But I had to wait sometimes a few hours to get to a spot where I could get more beer mid day.
But 40s were like what we partied with. Back then you could bump into girls and be like wanna party tonight? Take em somewhere everyone drinking 40s, the girls drink on that girl stuff we got them. And everyone chooses who they want and just let the liquor be the reason.
Remember when they had those 64oz for a bit? Coming in big ass, glass, apple juice jugs haha
I was able to get 40z when I was 16 at my corner store. I loved that shit.
hahahaa mafuckin CAMO...that shit was on point ... i remember that shit being as obscure as fuck like a 40 called panther lol
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My boy used to act like he had the joog on 40s..."yo 2 for 4.50 out the door homie!" like it was a come up we were all missing out on.
I'll never forget going to SB, driving all night to get there, getting there at 3 am...and everyone staying up til 6 to go buy booze. we were all broke, and i was passed out. so two of the dudes i came with went to the store, bought like 12 40's of King Cobra, and i woke up at 9:30 am and these guys had been playing beer pong with the Cobra for hours...
I drove to Santa Barbara public library, fought all the bums to get a spot at a computer, typed out an assignment and posted it in the half hour time limit I had, and went back to the homies spot ready to get down on some of that Cobra, and play some pong.
4 out of the 6 people were laid out on couches, and I went to go pick up a couple 30 racks of Coors light.
I come back, everyones passed out. and it was 11 30 am.
I'll never forget going to SB, driving all night to get there, getting there at 3 am...and everyone staying up til 6 to go buy booze. we were all broke, and i was passed out. so two of the dudes i came with went to the store, bought like 12 40's of King Cobra, and i woke up at 9:30 am and these guys had been playing beer pong with the Cobra for hours...
I drove to Santa Barbara public library, fought all the bums to get a spot at a computer, typed out an assignment and posted it in the half hour time limit I had, and went back to the homies spot ready to get down on some of that Cobra, and play some pong.
4 out of the 6 people were laid out on couches, and I went to go pick up a couple 30 racks of Coors light.
I come back, everyones passed out. and it was 11 30 am.
I havn't drank a 40 in over 10 years, I'd rather spend the extra 5 bucks and get a 6 pack of beer that I can enjoy or a couple of tall cans.
Whenever the topic of 40s comes up I always think of that scene from Belly when Tommy strips dude and makes him sit on the couch while the rest of the crew counts the money. lol
Whenever the topic of 40s comes up I always think of that scene from Belly when Tommy strips dude and makes him sit on the couch while the rest of the crew counts the money. lol
One of my favorite nights of drinking was when i was 18. didn't involve 40's but it did involve drinking a 12 pack of 211 (in 12 oz cans). We tried to get into Kelly's Mission Rock just north of HP in the city and one of my boys forgot his ID. i swear to god (no Philty Rich) that we were the only white people there. the bouncers were givin us all shit, goin "did your mommy dress u?' while we were getting patted down. I was wearing cargo pants and a blue polo like a square but i didnt know how people dressed for the club.
so we didn't get in, we drove around the city tryin to shoulder tap to get booze instead and ended up on Haight. my bro approaches a bum standing with his dog and a boombox. my boy starts tryin to get this guy to buy us beer, when the bum looks around and cuts him off, goin, "man i aint got TIME for that." aint got time for that (yes before the popular meme)??? muhfucka u got all the time in the world. ur a bum aint doing shit.
so the dude goes in to that food4less or whatever was on Haight and Stanyan before it became Whole Foods and buys a 12 pack of 211. dude buys himself a snickers, and we thank him and peel out. we end up back at my place in Marin, and just drink the 12 pack, 4 beers each, outside on the street corner all night. one of my favorite nights ever. 4 beers each of that 211 fucked us up
so we didn't get in, we drove around the city tryin to shoulder tap to get booze instead and ended up on Haight. my bro approaches a bum standing with his dog and a boombox. my boy starts tryin to get this guy to buy us beer, when the bum looks around and cuts him off, goin, "man i aint got TIME for that." aint got time for that (yes before the popular meme)??? muhfucka u got all the time in the world. ur a bum aint doing shit.
so the dude goes in to that food4less or whatever was on Haight and Stanyan before it became Whole Foods and buys a 12 pack of 211. dude buys himself a snickers, and we thank him and peel out. we end up back at my place in Marin, and just drink the 12 pack, 4 beers each, outside on the street corner all night. one of my favorite nights ever. 4 beers each of that 211 fucked us up
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Lmao @ not gettin into the club cuz ur wearing cargo pants...
This story kinda reminds me of when we took my boy to the strip club for his first time. The ugliest stripper there at garden of eden who looked like shehad just pushed a baby out in the dumpster on her break, comes up to him tryna sweet talk him n shit n she takes him towards the back for a private dance. So one minute later they walk back out front and shes yellin at him like "what do i look like a cheap whore?!?!" N hes sayin sorry hellla embarassed...
Well this dumbass nigga thought the stripper just really liked him, like he was special or somethin, and went back thinkin the private dance was free! When she started tellin him her prices, he told her "uhhhhh... I only got 8 bucks on me"
This story kinda reminds me of when we took my boy to the strip club for his first time. The ugliest stripper there at garden of eden who looked like shehad just pushed a baby out in the dumpster on her break, comes up to him tryna sweet talk him n shit n she takes him towards the back for a private dance. So one minute later they walk back out front and shes yellin at him like "what do i look like a cheap whore?!?!" N hes sayin sorry hellla embarassed...
Well this dumbass nigga thought the stripper just really liked him, like he was special or somethin, and went back thinkin the private dance was free! When she started tellin him her prices, he told her "uhhhhh... I only got 8 bucks on me"
^^^lol we didnt get in cuz my dude forgot his ID, but the cargo pants might as well have been the reason. Never wore those again. HELLA dudes and the bouncers clownin on us.
meanwhile our jaws are on the ground lookin at all the boppas and what they're wearing.
as a white guy i'm pretty proud we even had the balls to do that...that was when that spot was crackin. we went back a couple weeks later and the federation, san quinn, big rich, ya boy, Sean T, were all up in the club. I got dap from Cellski at like 3 am, when we were leaving and he was "trying to get into the club"
meanwhile our jaws are on the ground lookin at all the boppas and what they're wearing.
as a white guy i'm pretty proud we even had the balls to do that...that was when that spot was crackin. we went back a couple weeks later and the federation, san quinn, big rich, ya boy, Sean T, were all up in the club. I got dap from Cellski at like 3 am, when we were leaving and he was "trying to get into the club"
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