There are a hundred bottles of beer on the wall.
But I’m not going to take one down and pass it around.
Because I paid for all this beer, and instead of keeping it in the fridge or a cooler like I suggested, my stupid roommates lined the bottles up on the wall.
A few bottles have already fallen off the wall and shattered. Who will clean up this mess?
I pick up a bottle, open it, drink the beer, and break it on the counter.
Waving it around, I shout: “STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BEER, YOU IDIOTS!”