A golden beverage, triple brewed by the gods themselves. Miller likes to take credit for this elixir of life, but we'll let it slide since they sell it for an astonishing $11.29 a case. If anyone ever tries to trick you into buying natty light, slap them and tell them, "No! MHL is way cheaper and has a high alcohol percentage, bitch!" Glass bottles of Miller High Life is astronomically better than canned Miller high Life. The first sip usually taste like blood and nickels but its okay because the rest are awesome.
We should get Miller High Life. That idea just made me so hard.
When there is a group, usually a party, and it is all guys with the exception of one girl. This girl is usually a 4 or 5, sometimes even a hard 3. As the night progresses, and the guys get drunker, she becomes, as the rule of beer goggles dictates, much, much hotter. Guys will compete for her affection and until one unlucky man beds her. This is one of the few situations where the winner is also the loser.
Once a shining, well run city that resembled Pittsburgh in its glory days of industrialism. Now the bastion of human filth and moral deprivation. College students who aspire to go to Penn State, but do poorly in high school are subjected to this unpleasant city, usually for two years. Altoona's resilient community consists of crack dealers, crack heads, crack fiends, and crack babys. Don't come here.
"Dude, did you here about that gang of serial rapists selling crack to three year-olds in Altoona?"