I appreciate this beer koozie, though I’d never be classless enough to drink my whup-ass out of a can. I prefer a champagne flute of whup-ass, or the occasional snifter of whup-ass. Of course, when I was younger and skankier, I’ll admit to going on a bender and drinking whup-ass out of Big Gulp cups while I was driving or sitting in church. I don’t know how I made it through that phase without getting arrested.

Okay, guys, I’m obviously just kidding around. Like I would ever go to church.