We pledge to deliver one fix at a time, 'til you're shaky, sweaty, and compromising your morals for more. We drop one stupidly marked-down deal each night at midnight and sell it 'til it's gone ó and it sells fast ó after that you'll have to bite a stick to fend off your jones until the next deal drops. It could drop immediately after, it could come next midnight. Sign up for Alerts to get the inside track on steals as we roll them out, or just check back often. If you donít like what you see, just wait, it'll sell out fast and something new will replace it. We're raiding the warehouses of the sickest brands in the biz and giving you stuff at next to nothing. It's pretty much stealing. So we're like Robin Hood and his Merry Men...uh...minus the rad tights and feather hats.
HISTORY OF THE MILITIA
Like a pterodactyl raised among pigeons, Whiskey Militia grew up in the midst of minivans and questionable casseroles. But rather than accept comb-overs and American Idol as a way of life, we bought a kick-ass deck, pierced a few appendages, and began the vigilante lifestyle of the painfully hip hipster with a painfully hip death wish. Boards and bikes (oh, and Radio Flyers, if they're on fire and missing a wheel), became the only ways to travel, and looking lame wasn't an option. Frankly, we've reached a point where our eyes water when we see someone dressed like a douchebag, and sweet dudes in rollerblades give us a rash. So we decided to cover your dermis with some sick clothes and prop you up on the dopest rides. And we decided to do it for dirt cheap. Cheaper than your mom. We know there's not much time to make money when you're this busy being pompous.