Reminiscing on when golf last, I cracked open a Busch Latte shirt, took my 1st sip and started screaming wake me up inside, wake me up and save me in tune of Evanescence and Sam stopped the cart, glared at me with hatred and told me to walk to the next hole. I get it if you don’t like beer, but if ya want some free drinks at parties learn to like it cuz that dude who is trying to hit on you isn’t gonna have a palm breeze he’s gonna have a Busch latte. Bat your eyelashes and that beer is your girl.
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