RCL no. 2980

Author: RandomComicLayoutGuy

Date: May 19, 2012

I'm here at your BBQ, looking at my empty hand... It's been empty ever since I arrived twenty-eight minutes ago.
Why have I not been offered some form of alcoholic libation of, say, the frothy kind, my fine host?
I drank all the beer meant for the party, except for this one, earlier this morning.
You REALLY need to get help, you fucking lush!