Those Who Calhoun Beers

While some may argue that there are seven deadly sins, nay, I say! There are in fact eight.  For the most despicable act that one man can commit against another, is to Calhoun a beer that was bequeathed to him.  For there is no greater disrespect than to fail to finish a beer that hath been given out of the generosity of another.

While a man who cannot finish his own beer is simply weak, to Calhoun a gifted beer is sickening.  There is no worse feeling than that of man scouring the wreckage of him party the morning after, only to find full, opened beers left to die by jots and BOBITBOTRs.

Shame be to those unfortunate souls whose namesakes have been condemned to refer to this deplorable act (hat tip to Bageljot), and shame be to those audacious, or drunk, enough to commit such a crime against humanity.  For their transgressions were so unspeakable that they shall live in infamy for all eternity. 

Stop Calhouning my beers, jots.