Shit Shows

Introducing the Shit Shows Soap from Whiskey River, with a fiery Red Hot Cinnamon scent. Welcome to the Shit Show—it’s poorly produced, just like you’d expect. It only took us six shots of Fireball to get here tonight. And by tonight, I mean my life’s perpetual shit show, which needs no lubricant. I roll out of bed, dodge the mirror, and slink off to my day job, counting the hours until happy hour rolls around again. And hey, would you look at that—it’s almost noon already! See you at the bar.