Occam's razor is a little blunt this morning.
They go to court.
What do we think might be the common denominator? Hum? Anyone?
Why yes, that's right it must be redbull, that disgusting caffeine fueled monkey jism that stinks like the inside of a of a dead wasp's unwashed winkle.
Not hooch, are we also clear on this? Not beloved alcohol, alcohol has NOTHING to do with this, and don't none of you go besmirching it neither. I"m looking at you, yeah, that's right, you.
What we're dealing with here is a soft drink of hidden depths and formidable potency. All that eeeevil caffeine, smothering out the gentle mixed nature of testosterone and alcohol with a miasma of sweet scented sugar dense malevolence, well, clearly an assault waiting to happen.
Oh I love the logic, I love the logic so much that if I hadn't already hitched my wagon to the paramour's mighty chest and lovely arms I might hunt down this logic and ask it to make babies with me. Certainly I would let this logic buy me dinner.
Remember folks, nothing is ever your fault, there is ALWAYS something to blame. And never alcohol. say it with me now, NEVER alcohol.
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