A 2009 bottle of Sailor Jerry Spiced Rum met its match this morning just before noon at the hands of a 20-something malcontent born under the sign of Aries.
The death was swift but nonviolent.
The Jerry began its life in Edison, NJ, and was adopted in Columbia, MO, in 2009, by the same woman who finished it off. It had been in decline for more than a year, taking a turn for the worse in early fall 2009, a casualty of overzealous birthday celebrating.
The Sailor Jerry Spiced Rum enjoyed the weekend, rooftop lounges and playing Scrabble. It had fond memories of Dr. Pepper and plastic Shakespeare's Pizza cups.
It is survived by two-glasses worth of a 2008 Robert Mondavi Cabernet Sauvignon, one bottle of Fat Tire, three ounces of Kahlua and about that much of a handle of Bacardi rum, but their futures aren't looking so bright either.
At its request there will be no formal burial, just a routine stashing under the bed.
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you crack me up. fact. x
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