(Fair warning: There are a few (bleeped) cuss words)
Well, apparently the L.A. Beast was serious. And stop calling him Shirley. He’s doing the Lord’s work here. He’s chugging 6 beers using a leaf blower, because reasons. I love, love, love the inexpertly added overdubs you hear along the way, as he changes the number of seconds he requires to get himself outside a six pack.
Sometimes history doesn’t give you the hero you want, but it always gives you the hero you need. Since political correctness has closed down every college fraternity at this point, how are we expected to get our fix of demonstrations of ill-advised alcohol abuse and bro-talk? He’s filling a vacuum here, and I mean that in every which way. You see that shop-vac in the background? I’m sure he’ll be filling that after the beer gets to rumbling in his tummy for a few minutes, and he decorates the carpet with it.
You know, I’d make him an honorary borderline sociopathic boy, but that really is a very effeminate leaf blower. Come back with a gas-powered model with some real oomph, and then we’ll talk, bro.