Bad Blood

Tuesday afternoon my brothers David and Xavier were helping to move our brother Wayne and his father. Wayne's dad is eccentric like the way Phil Spector is eccentric. Dave told me that after sweating through 3 changes of clothes, they finally were able to make it to the back of the U-Haul truck without dropping dead from heat stroke. (It needs to be stated that Mr. Karis is a bit of a hoarder.) When Dave walked all the way to the back of the truck he saw a keg. He went to move it and discovered that it was near empty; as was the one beneath it. Dave sees Mr. Karis and hollers, "Hey, what's up with these kegs, man?"
"Oh, one is from Wayne's christening and the other is from Lydia's christening."
"You're shittin' me."
"No, really, they are."
"Well, you'll have til Friday to say goodbye cause we're dropping them at the curb."
And apparently they were Schaefer kegs. Yikes.