After last week's snow, White Rabbit and I drove past this guy, and we just assumed he was drunk.
I mean, come on. He's clutching a silver can in one stick-hand, he's staggering to one side, and he's slurring his snowman speech. ...Okay, I'm making a leap on that last one. But when I walked by him again the next morning, I did a double-take. Let's take a closer look at that can...
Whoa. I stand corrected.
4 years ago