Bar Mathilde

Fists are good for but two things:
1) Telling a scooter to "throttle-on out of the damn driveway", which he then mistakes for, "Yeah man, this Sting vs Shaggy collab is so tight it's making my bu****le hermetically knot up, and causing me to whoop..." [*continues talking to self while raise up a "rockin'!" / "sunk a par 5" gesture].
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2) Holding beers.
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Of the latter, it generally implies drinking said fist-held beers. Unless, of course, you're saying, "Here, hold my beer..." while you attempt a backflip off the handlebars of a scooter, endangering your neck, your phone, and your roughshod dignity.
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On that note, it's February: We're done drying out for January and are hitting the ground running. So mount up!
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~~Two-Fisted February~~~~~~~~~
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~~2 Heineken bottles for P150~~~~
~~All February. All Hours~~~~~~~~
~~ Bar Mathilde (duh)~~~~~~~~~~~
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But wait, there's more!
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~~February 24th~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~DOUBLE-DOUBLE TWO-FIST~
~~4 Heineken bottles for P250~~~
~~2 Heineken bottles for P150~~~
~~All Damn Night~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~Entertainment (Jazz and Proto-Jazz)
~~DJ Funkatalyst~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~DJ Jazzy Jesus~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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So unless you like using your fists for walking around all ape-like, let's all stand upright and dignified and evolved; acknowledge science and let gravity do its thing on beer and body.

Oh, and please, spare us the jokes about or references to "fi***ng". And no, "throttle on" wasn't a pun, sicko.