The Story Of The Bottle.

I woke up one morning to find a bottle of liquid substance in my hand.( As I stood up; from my long nap.) Then, i turned and walked to the left. ''Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh." It was a deer with a bottle of YAGERMISTER in its mouth. The old man sitting on the ground, said that the buck had ran all the way from russhia. This particular, old lad had a very shabby siut on. It shined like gold of a king. I grabbed his hand and helped him off the ground of frozen shots. No one was around to see the CROWN that he found. It was like a ROYAL atmistphere within itself. So bright and full: number one in the world. He placed it on his head, as if it where a showcase at a bar.Boom! Boom! Shots rang out all around us. Out of nowhere, we heard a voice. ''Who out there, who out there.'' I need a drink, if you have it! The steam cleared form the ice, in the shot glasses. A man stood before us with a E on his head. He was holding a J shaped bottle, in his left hand.