that sucked

Arriving home, I sought to partake in the great American tradition of a cold beer after work. I might have even tried to catch a baseball game. As I reached into the fridge and grabbed hold of some Belgian concoction, the bottle exploded in my hands.

Beer everywhere.

Making matters worse (than just not having any beer), the beer was was a 25.7 oz bottle, distributing its beer-y goodness all over the fridge. And it cut my hand to boot. Dammit.