As I approached Jeremy's car, ready to provide assistance, I found him with a sheepish look on his face. "What kind of sad event could be eating into what is normally such a stellar occasion?" I wondered to myself. As I came nearer Jeremy revealed to me the source of his shame. From the back seat of his car he lifted a single gallon of
As he lifted the gallon into view he ashamedly mumbled something about "being whipped"

UPDATE: Needless to say, this gallon will not count toward our totals. Neither he nor I will be partaking of this sub-par liquid.






