.....was not without incident...

some poor lass had cokey spilt on her diet coke six pack so i go and get her another.....'after that michael....can you find the one that's leaking'....says david....

so i serve and dash off to find the culprit........but what's this?.....they're all fit to burst, the cans buckling under the pressure like an army of Violet Beauregardes.....oh dear....some have split....some have split and turned to ice.......some silly sod has put the chiller below freezing...

so i put into plan the exit strategy and take em out back before we have a vegetable extract pompeii on our hands................just sling this last one on the pile..........uh...........ah...oh my.......oh my, oh my...........i gurgle opened mouth as the can gives in and bullets into the air like a kids fire hydrant fantasy....tickling the tiles and leaving fizzy brown shit-splatter on the ceiling....another cracks, jetting splashes straight onto aunt bessie's window to the world.................maurice falls on the floor, gagging and teary eyed watching the sugar-free new year display burst up above the aisles from nowhere....

whoops.

what a sight though.