What?!
I've seen beakers that size with Dr. Frankenstein's slightly-dinged heads in them.
My wife and I both drank on that sucker and there was enough left over to pour outside and end the two-year Georgia drought.
Grateful tots tipped Donna a beach ball.
If I tried to consume a "small drink" by myself, it would take two hands, bib, and blotting nanny.
I'd be lucky not to put my eyes out with the
Excessive liquids are why I always watch movies from the back row. I'm uphill in case of mass Pepsi spillage. Flood insurance.
I have nightmares, watching a family of four float by in a popcorn tub during "Beverly Hills Chihauhau."
Their pups rafting atop a Goobers box.
It's no wonder movies sound so loud. We have to be able to hear over the soda surf.
I don't schedule moviegoing for personal convenience. I schedule for the next Dr. Pepper low tide.
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