Usually the bottles don’t start to look this odd until after you’ve emptied a few of them, but the latest addition to The Prop Store of London is an exception.
OK, it’s not that odd. But it does have a funky label, just the sort of thing to try and peel off and slap to your forehead, unless your night of debauchery gets interupted by a 90-lb girl beating everyone up, and how often does that happen?