Feats of Strength: The Vending Machine You Have to Tackle to Get a Beer

Thank goodness that people in Argentina like violent sports and that advertising agencies get paid too much money, because this is the result.  A blog post.  I mean, Rugbeer, the Argentinian vending machine that you have to body check before it will release your watery beer.  If you don’t smash it hard enough, no beer for you, little man!!

It actually looks like fun, and I imagine it would be a hit at any bar in a college town, or day care centers for that matter (dispensing juice boxes of course).  Either way, it makes me want a stripey shirt and a few less teeth.

What other kinds of impact-based vending would you like to see?  a condom kicker?  A chewable bath salts dispenser? (too soon?)

Let us know below!



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12 Comments on “Feats of Strength: The Vending Machine You Have to Tackle to Get a Beer”

  1. John
    June 14, 2012 at 12:24 pm #

    Yes! This is totally awsome. Of course some guy is gonna try to tackle with his head, get a concussion and blame the machine.

    • June 14, 2012 at 12:25 pm #

      Hmmm…I just looked at the back of the machine and it says Darwin Industries. That explains a lot.

      • John
        June 14, 2012 at 12:28 pm #

        Hahahahaha. Yes it does.

  2. SARA
    June 14, 2012 at 12:33 pm #

    This is great! BTW, nice bath salts reference 😉

    • June 14, 2012 at 12:56 pm #

      Thanks – it was for our homeless readers. 🙂

  3. Diss Content
    June 14, 2012 at 1:54 pm #

    We had a beer vending machine in the squadron building which was great after a sixteen or eighteen hour flight.

    That’s right, the Air Force loves freedom and beer. At least until the early 80’s when some underage punks broke in and got hammered with a fist full of quarters. You know how the story ends; the children were punished and learned a good lesson along the way…. Oh god, I can’t go on…. No, that’s not what happened. The parents of these buttholes filed a complaint blaming the vending machine so it was ignominiously removed, and such devices were wiped from the face of the America I was defending. You know the one which guarantees life, liberty and the pursuit of beer?

    I want a vending machine that dispenses cans of whoop-ass after detecting some underage, butt munch trying to use a beer vending machine. Additionally, I think it should be required that condom vending machines be installed in the homes of parents, like those mentioned above (you know who they are). Yeah, I’m still a little steamed about this if you can’t tell.

    • June 14, 2012 at 2:04 pm #

      They should simply have a machine that asks pop culture questions from the 80’s in order to get a beer – the kids would be stumped.

      Finish the following sentences to receive your beer: 1. What you talkin’ about ___________? 2. Just a good ‘ol boys, never ________ no _________. 3. We came, we saw, we ________ its ______!

      Aw, screw this, let’s go hack my brother’s Facebok. LOL. ROFL. OMG.


    • June 14, 2012 at 3:21 pm #

      I don’t blame you. At our facility we lost our beer vending machines as a “fairness” by-blow of the War on Tobacco. When those who must be obeyed decided that we would no longer sell ciggy-poos (interestingly, you could still by a chaw) in our holy USG facility, a couple of the smokers (apparently also teetotalers) lodged a complaint about the beer machines. So from that point on we had to go off base at lunch to get our suds. A Lose-Lose situation.

      As for the parents of those asshats who broke into your facility: You really don’t expect them to take responsibility for their kids’ shenanigans do you? How dare you put that temptation in front of their young ne’er-do-wells. Its simply more than one should expect of a child. (I’m of the firm opinion that one should be required to have a license and pass a test to procreate.)

      • Diss Content
        June 14, 2012 at 4:49 pm #

        Yet ‘we’ are required to get a license to fish (code for drink beer).

        Where’s the justice?

        Geesh, Now I’m worked up AND have nowhere to convert 75 cents into a mechanically served, cold, twelve ounce, portion of rational, reflective thought. Then toast the utter annihilation of personal responsibility.

        • June 14, 2012 at 4:51 pm #

          Ya, but that 75 cents can get you three buffalo wings at a dive bar. There’s still hope for ‘Murica yet!

  4. Jeff
    June 14, 2012 at 4:12 pm #

    I bet I could tip it over.

  5. June 15, 2012 at 4:21 am #

    The best part was the pan pipes.

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