Because wielding a spoon is for lazy, poor people.
They're just saying what we all know.
Next time I have a hangover I'll be wishing there was a tribe of ancient people living under my house who could build me a monument to nausea and whiskey shots just like this one.
That pit is for melting the butter and nothing else.
Fill it with crabs: CRABCEPTION! We need to go deeper!
Vicodin isn't the tastiest flavor of cake, but it sure does the trick!