These Name Your Poison Whiskey Glasses are pretty cool, but they forgot marriage. And taxes. I kid, I kid. I married my wife for tax purposes so it’s all good. She got me this set for Christmas last year and I’ve been drinking out of the arsenic one ever since. Also not feeling very well and constantly pooping myself as she laughs.
You can’t even poison me right you cow!
Shut up you fat old idiot! I’m pouring you a double right f***ing now!
Oh, I’m drinking! I’ll take two!
*dodges flying glass*
I’ll see you in hell old man! I’ll be the bartender!