raise your cup and let's propose a toast*
Who needs a margarita glass when you can drink from Treacher? Yes, I was one of the lucky ones who ordered from Jim's store before he unceremoniously closed it down, before I could get my hands on the thong. I could have slept with Treacher, damn it!
Of course, now that I have a mug that I can sell on eBay someday when Treacher is rich and famous and girls are chasing him down the street trying to grab his underewear, I have an outdated URL on my cup.
Not for nothing, but I'm sitting here wondering if some skanky broad is sticking her tits in my husband's face right now.
*It's just song lyrics, you don't really have to