General Stoor: Standing on the lush beaches of Cape Cod, he immediately draws your attention, your eyes unable to look away. The red, white, and blue speedo is barely able to contain him, yet tells you all you need to know: "This is the body of a real American. A body built by Pabst." He stands with his hands on his hips, nonthreatening and unassuming, a by product of his unwavering confidence. Then you notice the chest hair. You think to yourself, "this man could be part wolf. No doubt he can build a mean campfire." Next you focus on the strong, sturdy, tree trunk-like legs. The type of legs one would need to support such a manly frame. For manly is what he is. All man. All the time. All PBR.