If there's anything that can suck the fun right out of our weekly excursion to stock up on grain alcohol and boxed wine, it's the subtle reminder that our favorite vice is slowly poisoning our organs and destroying our closest relationships. And yet, frequenters of this unfortunately named L.A.-area liquor store somehow endure it every day. To that, we proudly say: Take the hint, guys. You need help.
[ Via LA Times]