Nothing pisses me off more than someone helping themselves to my special Jebus Juice without asking my permission to touch it first. Oh sure, I might have invited you over to my house to enjoy my hospitality and selection of fine finger foods, but a line gets crossed the moment you start man-handling my alcoholic beverages. And before you know it, you are on the bad end of my belt and a friendship is ruined by an assault charge.
Which is why this delectable remote-controlled WMD might just save your skin at our next get-together.
When you see it wandering around my backyard loaded up with four cold brews, you'll immediately know not to get within 8 feet of it or you're liable to get squirted with acid (or water, I'll leave it up to chance).
Just think of how wonderful our friendship will remain once the temptation to drink my alcohol is frightened out of your mouth by the threat of permanent disfigurement!
Oh Happy Day!
Source: Red Ferret
