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dadsaretheoriginalhipster:

I want to make it clear, I do not condone any hipster trying to live like their badass, shit-kicking, life-punching, whiskey-tough dad. 

You would die.

You’d spontaneously implode into your skinny jeans leaving only an apathetic stain on the sidewalk outside of your apartment in the gentrified neighborhood you live. 

He was an earthquake inside of a hurricane that left a party-contrail of destruction in his footsteps and smitten women in his wake. Here he is smashing a car.

There’s a reason why he always told you, “Do what I say, not what I do.” 

Thanks to Kim for the photo. 

dadsaretheoriginalhipster:

Your dad was into bar games before you were and he’s got the shufflin’ skills to prove it. He was an Olympic level athlete of drunk-sport who’s performance enhancing drugs came in pint form. With blurry eyes and an alcohol steadied hand, he won Miller High Life gold medals with his deadeye skills. His name still echos through the walls of most pub-stadiums, and haunts the alcohol soaked playing fields where we stand today. 

So hipsters, next time you’re playing American Tripps in the Secret Alley, sliding the PBR pucks at Doc’s Clock or apathetically tossing darts at any dive, remember this…

Your dad is only 3 Hamms and a smoke away from schooling your ass at any game. 

Thanks to Notchgrabbler on tumblr for the submission.

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