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Mitch walked into Hashims Package store yesterday to get some drinkable water for the office (because yes, that friggin water filter ain’t workin’ right now!!) and he came back with this:

 

What’s that you say?  A vodka filled glass Tommy Gun?  Oh yeah, Tommy Guns Vodka.

Untouchable, damn!

And look at this pic, the Tommy Gun is pointed right at that chick’s butt in that martini glass!  Ouchie, DANGER!! (Or I should say, Dangerously Smooth).

 This Big Cheese is the Bee’s Knees, daddy.  (Oh, gimme a break – that’s what this Googled website on Roaring Twenties Slang says…)

 

Give’s new meaning to, “Ya wanna shot?”

Oh yeah, baby, I’m on a roll here, gangsta.