beer

Back when a kid could just walk around the woods alone all day. Back when you could give a baby a beer and a bottle rocket. Back when a child's car seat was pretty much just a mobile iron murder cage. Has parenting gotten safer and more responsible or just less fun? Little of column A, little of column B.

Bud Light's Super Bowl ad called out beer competitors that allegedly use corn syrup in their products. People online have expressed mixed feelings of outrage and confusion. Outside what the consumers think, the Corn Lobby Twitter account, fired off some complaints; but not before, they managed to tag both the wrong Miller Lite and Coors Light. Maybe it's in the corn syrup their drinking, but I'll tell you what; we are ALL about those little, wonderful fails. Also. The tone of the tweet, and specifically using the word, "disappointment" almost makes it feel like there's a disapproving mother on the other end of this bizarre saga. And the way this person's failing to tag the right accounts too...

Sometimes you just wanna sit back with the boys and crack open an ice cold Vergina.

These pics of random stuff looks so much like food, but they are absolutely forbidden. For more, check out r/forbiddensnacks.

Before there were loot boxes, there was just the Nintendo Gamecube. It just keeps getting better and better.

Make sure to listen to the right people. Seriously, what kind of Mother-in-law hearsay superstitious bullshit is this?

If you're over the age of 30 and you're still bragging about how many natty lights you can throw down, it might be a good time to rethink what you're bringing to the table.

What drink you order might say a lot about you. Or it might not. Either way, this is what bartenders think of you.

Those were the days. Good old lead paint, underage smoking and playing on train tracks.

"Demerit Man," as he's now known, tried to do everyone a solid by covering a speed camera with a towel. Such a daring mission required a fool-proof disguise, and luckily he had everything he needed.

Where some people see pity in the faces of their passed out friends, the artists in us see a pristine canvas. Mostly for drawing dicks.