One of my friends who recently moved away came back to town this weekend. Of course you know what that means: Pool party!
We all met up at one friend's house, then went to the grocery store to pick up a few things. While there, they decided they needed to make rum drinks, so we ventured into the liquor section.
My friends were discussing what they wanted to make when a guy came into the aisle and asked us, "Where's the cheap shit?"
We looked at each other, then shrugged.
Fortunately for him, he didn't need our help. He found a large, plastic bottle of vodka that cost $9.
He grabbed it, looked at me, and said, "There ya' go. Throw some cranberry in that bitch and you straight all day."
I would not want to be his head this morning.