This shows how I, like, mean business, and suchlike.
You can tell by the hat.
Actually, truth of the matter is that I had long before heard of Whoop Ass energy drink, which made my laugh. I thought it was even funnier than Nelly’s (remember him?) Pimp Juice (remember that?), which was why, when I saw it for the very first time as I gassed up in Richmond, Indiana, just off 70E on my way home, I had to purchase a can.
Which I have not yet opened.
(and probably never will, just so I can say I never had to)