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Lawrence Taylor Must Not Be A Werewolf Because He Loves Him Some Silver Bullets

To be exact, forty-one Silver Bullets. Or Coors Light, for the layperson.

On the NFL Draft red carpet yesterday, Lawrence Taylor informs that he does not have much of a memory from that hazy day in 1981 when he was drafted by the New York Giants. In fact, all LT can remember is he put back forty-one of those watery, ass-tasting beers. That’s a lot of adult beverages for any man.

Video after the jump.

Cocaine’s a helluva drug.

[H/T Guyism]