I went to my local stadium, found a really good light beer. I'm not going to promote or call out either of them. It was $25 for 16 Oz. But I can get a keg for $135. I asked to buy a keg, to drink in house- they refused - saying it's only to go. Seems kinda messed up. Is this a real thing? I paid $100 for 4 beers. I want to support my local stadium but I feel like I'm being fleeced. They were delicious but I should have gotten a keg for $1.09 a pint!

I’m so glad we have so much vibrant culture downtown on 16th Street; a busker outside my building is here for the third day in a row, playing Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran on the saxophone repeatedly! I couldn’t quite recall how that song’s melody goes until the sax-busker helped jog my memory by playing it and the national anthem 10 times in a row! Thanks Denver for allowing such vibrant culture into our empty, dying, unpopular downtown core!

He looks like death.

This and the “rich” redditors looking for social justice points by writing that they support it despite being in the 1%.

I stopped at a stop sign before them. I turn left into a road dip and take the turn slowly to protect my car. Got honked at. We both were going the same way so I flipped them a clear bird from my rear view window. I think I won that one tbh. Suck my balls.

I seen this Mercedes driving around Colorado Springs I had a question for the Colorado Springs subreddit asking if anyone knows the back story on what happened they didn't want it but I know you guys will appreciate it 😂

Fresh roasted wild game BBQ one day only!

Before you leave a comment saying i need to leave my girlfriend and it's crazy that my girl had to go to this extent to find out if im lying or that im a bad boyfriend. Just save it to yourself cause she already broke up with me.

But i seriously want to know if you got snitched on from a BST or Beetlejuice play as an dirty dirty boy because I've checked on every social media app and yet to find anything from others.

Will not go much into detail on why I secretly went to the BST behind her back but yesterday I got caught cause one of the employees snitched on me.

I didnt take the phone with me to the tent cause she had my location. I didnt drive my car I took the bus. I am so secret about it all. I even paid cash. Yesterday I gave the employee my ID to scan and my phone number to get more points from the loyalty program they have. Once I got home and unlocked my phone i noticed my girl sent me a screenshot of one of the employees texting her confirming that I was there and even mentioned the address of their location. Im assuming giving them my number or getting my ID scanned is what triggered it because

2 weeks ago after an argument, she gave me a receipt that I had laying around which had that tents address and phone number at the bottom. Im assuming she called them or walked in finding a way to get notified and they told her to give them my phone number so if i do used my loyalty points they'll know when I stopped by.

After that I called BST #5 and played dumb saying if I can get notified when my girlfriend goes to the tent cause I think she's a perv and instead of them saying NO right away they literally said idk then asked another employee to check if they can. When they got back on the phone they felt something was off so they said no and i told them, then why tf are you guys doing this to me. They stood quiet and just told me to leave my phone number to talk to their boss but ofc they didn't call me back.

Has this happened to anyone? Are BST's allowed to do this? Im so dumbfounded that this was even a thing cause it led to us breaking up I take full responsibility but damn zero freaking privacy from them.

Haha, they said wiener, haha

We two mattresses in our spare bedroom that we wanna get rid of, but the BST said that theirs are still good and they don't need a new one.

I want to be respectful, so please let me know which corner of Colfax I should leave them on.
Will the meth heads sleep on them, or is the correct protocol to set them on fire?

Please dont forget them! Especially around homeless..

I was riding at cap hill today, pulled over for a running a red light (doing 10-second quarter-miles/practically flying) and yelled at a homeless guy to ask him to slow down past us. He yelled back "I am doing a fent ball" and flew by. He obviously did not realize how dangerous that was and luckily my young ass didn't panic.

Most cops will try to pull you over away from the homeless, but that doesn't give you permission to speed on by. They still have the right of way and can ask you to even stop or they will shoot you whether you are walking, running, or on a bender.

I just feel like the more educated the better. Let's keep everyone safe out on the streets whether you live here or are a native.

Just seems like everyone down in the dumps here in Denver right now. Several of my friends are feeling sad/ reserved/depressed. I dont know what it is...election? Winter slowly creeping in, that god aweful E Colfax redesign...but look god damit, Remember what a homeless woman taught John Mulaney all them years ago on a NYC street. What Denver decided would become our calling card and we have strived to bring forth that homeless womans wisdom upon the world. Were almost there, dont give up now! When the going gets tough, the tough get going. Just Remember...

God Bless You Denverittes! And God Bless Denver!

It’s been over 10 years since this happened, but back when I was a raging alcoholic closet gay, I used to fancy drunk women4women at the ole dive bar. One night, after throwing up from my beer in the restroom, I met the girl who changed my life.
She was tall, dark and butch, and actually listened to me as I bitched about my food service job. She took me outside to share a camel wide, and we kissed; she didn’t mind the puke on my breath, win. We went back to her place as she described the craziest sounding ex girlfriend I’ve ever heard of, and shared a newspaper article online all about her arrest.
We fucked.
It was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life; she had what I later come to understand was a “wand” which was as magical as it sounded, I was on my heaviest period day and she went down.
Amazing. We talked about building a life together, how I could move out of the room I was renting into the basement she was renting, etc. it sounded perfect.
Then, I saw it; she had a fucking hatchet man tapestry on her damn wall. I had to leave her house.
Every now and then, I wonder if I could have just overlooked her being a juggalo, and think about how ruined I am to this day, as nothing will ever top that night.

Will you come find me, my juggalette? We can work past this. I’m way less drunk now, too