There’s always a magical feeling when one ascends the stairs from the parking lot toward Friday night’s high school football game. And that magical feeling is the flask banging against Bossy’s leg from its position in her jacket pocket.
Just kidding! Bossy doesn’t bring a flask! Anymore. Yet.
–>Not one but TWO flasks, right? Oh wait, that’s me at Virginia Tech games. Cheers!
Hahahaha. I love it and would do it!
Clink, BOSSY.
This photo looks like some strange nativity scene… Perhaps after a flask-ful?
Dude. Flask on. Life’s too short.
Is this in any way similar to the sippy cup(s) filled with “juice” I used to take to the pool on lazy summer afternoons?
I Think it is a rule that if you are an adult you have to have a flask. If you are a student, you shouldn’t, but you probably do.
Flask, hell. I’d need a barrel to get me to go to a high school football game again.
Franca’s kinda cranky tonight.