Rule-Free Weekend.

“Incentivizing” my nephew by threatening to eat his burger if he didn’t quickly get the third out.

Took the racing scooter out for a ride. I didn’t blow through this stop sign because I was distracted by the view of the ocean – I do this to all of them.

Long before it was a total chick drink, our grandfathers pounded Moscow Mules when they returned from the war. I pounded this idiot mule at Village Idiot.