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What hath God wraught?

Arriving home from work, I notice empty bottles of Smirnoff ‘Ice’ premix on the table. Oddly enough, they yield a strong resemblance to Hahn Ice bottles… at least when empty. I imagine poor, slovenly drunkards unwittingly spending $25 on a sixer of these little bastards thinking that they’re beer, crying out in terror as the first wave of syrupy sugar-water tumbles down their throat. At least, that’s what I imagine Garth doing… since it’s my private hope that he didn’t knowingly purchase such a beverage.