From Panama—who you might remember from such hit plagues as Malaria, Yellow Fever, and Mariano Rivera—comes the latest attempt to cash in on the recent “Accidentally Drink Yourself Into a Coma” fad.
Introducing, Scotch whisky. In a can.
That’s right, mate. It’s twelve ounces of pure…
Eight Shots of Panamanian Coffin Varnish is the name of my next band.
