Drunk dialing will take on a whole new meaning with this awesome Beer Bottle telephone. “Hello, alcohol? I lob you man. No, really. Yer like, my faborite thing ever.” *hiccup* “What? Nah. No man. I meant to dial you. Alcohol is just a term of endangerment. I mean endearment.”
*Nods off and jolts awake* “Hello! I’d like to make a collect call to my liber, uh, liver. Make it quick brewmaster, or operator, or whatever. He’s drowning.” *decorates the wall with a puke jet-stream. Wipes mouth with arm* “Nevermind. All better now. Can you get me a cleaning lady instead?”
