Walking home from work tonight I spied this lovely treasure as I approached my house.
Dear Wino boozing it up on my lawn: Tighten up and dispose of this thing properly. However, it is trash night, so I put this where it belongs: the recycling bin. Perhaps the Fates guided your Schlitz bottle to my stoop after all. Either way, consider yourself on notice, Edward-40-Hands.
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That's a very majestic bull on that bottle. It conjures images of what you too can become if you harness the power of malt liquor.
They just smash them in Brooklyn. I guess it facilitates biodegradation?
if they were playing edward 40 hands, no one would have misplaced that bottle
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