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Somebody finally invented a way to make drinking beer more fun than it already is. Unfortunately, the inventor didn’t think it through.

I can only imagine the disgusting mayhem that would ensue in the men’s room of Rosie’s Roadside Tavern around 11pm on a Saturday night. Forget pissing your name in the snow in the parking lot. Every guy in the place would quickly discover his inner artistic talent, and then there would be a competition.

As for the women’s room artistry, I suppose we’re getting into the realm of  “Jackson Pollock,” and we’ll leave it at that.

Like the old saying goes, “You can lead a horse to drink, but you can’t make him water,” and that also applies to The Overnight Open Thread.