*Fridge door opens*

J.R.: "Oh, hello Mr. 24oz. Where did you come from?"

24oz: "You picked me up at the grocery store the other day and forgot about me, silly."

J.R.: "I remember now. Say, have you seen any food around here?"

24oz: "Nope, nothing in here but us drinks and some condiments."

J.R.: "Clearly. Well I'll see you around, Mr. 24oz. I feel like doing something constructive."

24oz: "I have an idea. Drink me in stead! Together we will blog the occasion and then watch professional wrestling."

And so they did.

The end.