Beer me!
White 80, hut, hut, hike! I still don't know what that means, but it's something my uncle would've said as he wrestled me and my brothers to the living room with a full beer in his paw while he simultaneously kept his eyes on the tv the whole time, stopping only to shout obscenities at the refs for "cheating" and being "morons." Sure, someone always got injured in the end, but to be honest, rough-housing with the fun uncle was some of the best times we ever had.