I remember those days. We'd bring Coors up from NM when we went north. I also had a pretty bitchin' beer can collection. In the NM desert, you find OLD steel cans that were rusty on the up side, but nearly perfect on the side that was buried. And then there was Old Frothingslosh... The Pale Stale Ale with the Foam on the Bottom. Fat chick in a bikini. Let me see if I can conjure up a pic on my iPhone..............


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