So instead, I'll hold a caption contest. The winner gets a six-pack of Bud Light. Bear in mind, that this is my nephew, so attempt not to insult the uncle of the child in the photograph...
Oh, what the hell. Insult me. Beat me. Make me write bad checks.
But contribute damnit.
Alright... On your mark...
Get set....
GO!
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Here we go:
With a face that screams "I just shit myself," there was no doubt that this kid was a Miller Lite Referee for Halloween.
"Wow... Beer makes me gassy!
Woops... um... 'Mom!'"
"Mommy! Uncle Brett made me drink my age again. And he still doesn't believe that I'm not 11! Especially since he got me that fake ID and makes me get this for him at the store, but only gives me $4.25 when he knows it costs $5.75. Ma,where's the F*%^ing Jack? I need a drink."
"Mmmmm Beer" (hiccup)
"What are ya lookin' at? You never seen a beer-totin' toddler before? We ARE in Tennessee, you know."
Keep starin' at me like that and I'll shove this where the sun don't shine.
C'mon, why the Bud Light again?? You know this stuff makes my poops something awful.
I told that bitch, 'when I come home to or Fisher Price Laugh and Learn Neighborhood I want a full, cold six pack.' I work a hard day going potty, learning colors, and trying to feed myslelf- is a cold beer or 6 too much to ask? Women, can't live with them can't suckle their teets past age two without getting weird looks.
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