A whiskey named Kinsey, and a rumpus room shot?
Yeah, I’m not touching that one with anything long and hard.
Summation of copy:
Some guy gave this snowman a whiskey and soda, and then he froze in place, so he can’t drink it. “But you who are not a snowman are not in the fix I am in…”
18th century pelican with red marker writing on his bill brings whiskey to golf clubhouse locker room.
Thinks he’s in his car being driven home.
I see a ditch in his immediate future.
The only thing scarier than a clown is a shitfaced clown.