Broke-Ass Porn: The Pabst Blue Ribbon Factory

Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn.  It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired.  If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought:

This my friends is where Two Dollar dreams are made.

PBR is not the best beer in the world.  It might not even be the best beer for the buck.  But you and I both know it’s always been there for you.  When The Thirst hits you and all you’ve got is the change you were supposed to use for laundry, which is the beer that’s always whispered, “Hey pal, me and my buddies here really wanna be inside your belly.  Why don’t you bring us home with you.  You’ll get more of us for your quarters than any of the other fuckers here in this corner store fridge.”

Pabst won it’s famous “Blue Ribbon” at the impressive Chicago World’s Fair over a century ago and I have a feeling it tastes pretty similar today to the way it did back then.  America’s taste buds have just become snobbier since then.  But you don’t have snobby taste buds do you?  No, you can’t afford to, and half the time it’s not worth it anyways.

So please, look at the photo above and give it a salute.  That place has been getting hipsters laid since the 19th century.  And if all this sounds like complete and total nonsensical babble, you’ll have to excuse me.  I drank too many PBRs last night.