When the clueless teen, whom we will call Trevor, pointed to the water cooler that sits a mere 10 feet from my chair and asked, "is that water?" what did I say?
a. No sir, it's hydrogen dioxide.
b. No dumbass, it's vodka.
c. Ummm...yeah....it's water. Help yourself.
d. Said nothing, ran from building screaming
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