Untwisting the Jounced About Bottle
You grab a bottle of soda and shake it up. You sit it on the counter. You know what’s going to happen when you untwist that cap.
Now imagine a truckload of bottles of soda, all shaken up at the same time, just ready to blow.
The men rushed toward the open door. “Not so fast, fuck-os,” she said. Annie was a small woman, no more than five-foot-three with most of her weight in her disproportionate breasts, of which she often complained gave her backaches.