The Inevitable Groupon Stock Apocalypse is Here, and The Face Of It is Some Drunk Kid We Met at a House Party →
At that point, the most obviously inebriated person in the room spins around, and turns to us—and we should here note the nature of this person’s inebriation, which could be likened to one of those inflatable bags one knocks down only to pop right back up, who was never not seen offering himself and a group of his contemporaries yet another round of tequila, the kind of young person whose drinking prowess seemed like either a medical liability or anomaly—and this person says:
I work for a hedsh fun, and we [throws arm around Betabeat’s shoulder] short thesh shit outta Groupon!
