Well, if you’ve spent your morning patching up the open sores you contracted from watching The Black Eyed Pee Pees murder the sanctity of entertainment and TRON during the Super Bowl last night, then this will be the most second hurtful thing you see today. Dozens of bottles of the sweet, sweet nectar falling to their deaths. How does this happen? Gravity is a not right motherfucker for this one. I mean, there aren’t that many homies we need to pour one out for.
Those bottles must’ve had some soothsaying powers and knew that Fuggie Fug would yodel out Sweet Child ‘O Mine in the near future so they quit this bitch.
I just hope the store found a bunch of needy drunks (or one Charlie Sheen) to slurp that mess up. Because when a drop of the sweet nectar goes to waste, another hour is added to a drunk ho’s morning hangover.