One step out of the store, we broke the box and blew one can.
Yay for the Chariot! Maklin rode home cradled by the remaining (sticky & smelly) cans of loser beer.
|The beer in his hand was the 2nd casualty; Mak managed to open it with his teeth and spray it on himself.|
*loser beer = non-alcoholic beer; aka heaven to pregnant me on a hot summer day!