The Commercial Curmudgeon
Since 2009
Friday, June 10, 2016
Because nothing says "Road Trip" like "Alcohol."
Now I feel guilty because I've never thanked my father for my life by showing up randomly with a bottle of hard liquor to help him finish off his liver in style.
I just don't understand this at all.
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