Malta, Only Ice Cold.

Nothing better than a Malta, Ice cold. Especially, After one long, Day where you work so hard, You begin sweating through your clothes... Drip-drop, Tick-rock, Goes the day while you flip-flop through day dreams of opening a cold one. All you're thinking of, Is that chilling pop you hear from, Snapping that cap off the... Continue Reading →

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