Let's call a vodka soda a vodka soda shall we?
I can hear the crinkly paper cups and smell the butter from here.
I'm pretty sure when you've reached the bottom of a can this large you're dealing with some nasty, flat, warm dregs.
Your beer deserves a koozie that matches your personality.
The cat is going to kill you if you keep trolling her like this.
I'm never opening another can as long as I live.
Perfect for babies!
I would eat Spam every day if it looked this adorable.