Don't get me wrong, I love shower beers as much as the next functioning alcoholic. Unfortunately I have the habit of elbowing the can while I'm washing my hair and knocking the poor thing over, which is more depressing than watching Requiem of a Dream. Holy moses bunny guts that movie disturbed me. Anyway, loneliness has turned me into a greater revolutionary than Gutenberg, as my solution takes my good pal lucky lager to the next level. Observe.
Eureka, am I right? Genius.
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