Why, this episode puts me in mind of a story.
Back in the fall of aught-four, one of my roommates had mixed up two batches of sangria for his birthday party. There was a batch mixed with red wine and one with white wine. Now, both of these mixtures contained an entire bottle of 151 in each of them. This must be distinctly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate.
Anyway, another one of my roommates noticed the 151 going into the red sangria, but somehow missed the fact that there was 151 in the white sangria. Later, when the party was getting into full swing, this roommate made it his duty to mention to the partygoers, especially those with less robust constituions, that he had heard that the red sangria was mixed with 151.
It should suffice to say that I have never before or since been at a party that beat out that one for quantity or quality of sloppy, sloppy drunks.
So, let this be a lesson, kids: consequents shouldn’t be affirmed. Nothing funny comes about due to logical fallacy. Only things that are extra awesome hilarious.