Oh man, so you're saying that for $250 I can get a fifth of Windsor Canadian and thereby drink myself to oblivion, while all the while fondling my .38 Special with its 5-1/2 inch barrel that's seamed to a double-action revolver and thereby, I can "celebrate" the holidays by terrorizing the neighborhood before blowing my brains out in the desperation of escaping sub-Arctic darkness? Oh man.
Go for it. I'll be sure and send your Russian girlfriends an invite to the funeral.
