In a cross aisle frozen-pizza section of Star Market at 3 A.M., it was decided the beers must be shotgunned. Me and my friend Will shotgunned PBRs in a grocery store as a plainclothes manager watched. He then asked that I clean up the cans.
"Clean up between aisles 8 & 9." ...Hey that's cause of Me! I'm famous!
I'm sorry I'm an asshole.