G.I.Q.
It’s what you need when you’re too tired to think but still want to scream into the void. It’s 40 oz of liquid rebellion, and your parents probably had one in the 80s and it ruined their lives.
My G. I. Q. came with a side of regret and a headache that could beat up a math teacher.
I had a G. I. Q. and now my bed is a casualty.
I drank a G. I. Q. and my dog started a band.