Ok.. so I used to live in this po-dunk town in MN w/ a population of no more than 500 people. Being such a small town it was easy to get to know everyone! One of my good friends was the chief of police there. He would stop by regularly to hang out and smoke a cig w/ us late nights while he was on duty. (we were always up late, (boozin) and we smoked outside, so if he saw us out when he was passing by he would stop and kick it for a while.
One night...he caught a "county cop" trying to get kinky w/ her police baton...found out she was also drunk as shit. Jokes naturally ensued about her being hammered and keeping booze in her baton. Thus... the concept of the baton/flask was born... a hollowed out baton... holding bOOze for all.
And now... i run through and keep a baton/flask handy to beat the shit outta nOObs that think they are badass and know nothing... and want to step up to the OG crew!
And now you all know @ the baton/flask... the end!
*warning... baton flask is not intended for a *****, but sometimes works that way if you don't use the end you drink out of...*
One night...he caught a "county cop" trying to get kinky w/ her police baton...found out she was also drunk as shit. Jokes naturally ensued about her being hammered and keeping booze in her baton. Thus... the concept of the baton/flask was born... a hollowed out baton... holding bOOze for all.
And now... i run through and keep a baton/flask handy to beat the shit outta nOObs that think they are badass and know nothing... and want to step up to the OG crew!
And now you all know @ the baton/flask... the end!
*warning... baton flask is not intended for a *****, but sometimes works that way if you don't use the end you drink out of...*
