You know what that is.

You know what that is?

An ice cold beer.

What's different?

It's Budweiser.

A perfect beer for party season.

Best enjoyed with your best butts.

Cheers to that.

Budweiser, like no other. Please drink responsibly.

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When I was growing up, one of my best friends was a guy we called Ricky. His real name was David.

Ricky won our respect pretty quickly, too, and not just because he could handle a little playful

abuse. He was obsessed with the counterculture of the 1960s. He loved the music, the rebellious

attitudes, and he was fascinated by the whole concept of psychedelia.

So it should be no surprise to anyone that Ricky was the first of us to seek out something a little stronger than the cans of Molson that we used to steal from our dads.

We were big into partying, so we wanted to try stuff like weed or LSD, but only Ricky had enough balls,

or street smarts really, to go off looking for it, and things stayed like that for years.

We'd be happy to just sit in someone's bedroom, passing around a one-hitter and watching Conan

O'Brien, but Ricky wanted to keep raising the stakes and pushing the envelope.

He wanted to learn how to brew up his own super-powerful LSD, and then go out into the woods and

trip for days. And like most things with Ricky, if he said he was going to do something,

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