It all began innocently enough: I was in Las Vegas and saw a koozie. I liked the kitsch of it all. It had the glorious luster of a fading Las Vegas performer combined with the cold-trapping ability of a hotel mini-bar. So the rest of the weekend, any drink I got my hands on went into the koozie. This ritual became so useful that I continued it on long after I had returned. People got the idea and I was soon swimming in koozies like Scrooge McDuck through money.
A few of my favorites:
|Hulk arms? Slam dunk.|
|I think you know where this is going.|
|Protects your beer until the last sip.|
|Custom made. T-riffic!|