You just got called up to The Show, Ron.
[Ron speechless]
The SHOW, pal. The Big Time.
[Ron still speechless]
You’re gonna leave our limey ass and finally get outta this place.
I’m not sure I want to go up.
Not go up to The SHOW? That’s Budweiser, son. And they don’t ask twice.
I like it here…with you all.
Listen, if you don’t take this, then you’re mocking all of us. You think there ain’t one of us who wouldn’t die for a chance like that?
I guess you’re right.
Guess? Kid, you better get yourself together. Take the day off, think about it. They’ll wait a day or two.
Can I take a six-pack for the road?
No, Kid. You need to start drinking straight lager. None of this fruity bullshit. You’re above this now. You’re better than us now.
Don’t say that, Pete.
Get outta here … I got something in my eye.
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Ah, But Lite Lime. Nothing fruity about it except the delicious taste.
I will always remember it as the beer I was drinking while that goddamned Rolling Stone reporter was kneecapping me with his pen. The boys and I used to call them “McChrystal Lites” because I liked them so much.
Wait a minute. Were they were mocking me?
Sonofabitch.
Stephanie Wemmers sez: Bud Lite Lime is on some bullshit. Ever hear of a little something called Tequiza? Lime AND tequila flavoring.
That’s one big ass party in one little bottle. Suck it, Bud Lite.
Oh and also, your mom called. She wants her hernia truss back.