Olde English is a beverage best served sad. Let’s face it, you’re not drinking this shit because of your responsible life decisions. O.E. (pronounced “ohh!!! eeh!!!”) is an inexpensive malt beverage and a staple at your local ghetto convenience store. A favorite with the panhandlers by the highway exits and a necessity for the wife beatin’, trailer trash, mother fuckers who cannot cope with the amount of children they’ve produced. I’m not saying those are the only people who enjoy Olde English “800”. I believe everyone should given the right situation.