If my hypothetical future wife ever brought me a case of Budweiser, I'd save myself years of headache by going straight to hypothetical future divorce court. No decent human being considers that stuff to be drinkable.
None of the vehicles appear to have made a path, or snow disturbed on them. Where is she coming from? Where did she get the box? What is in that box? What happened to her right hand mitten?
My dry humor killed it. My apologies. Would your wife do that . . . just because? Would she bring beer, or something else? I am thinking something nefarious is afoot. Is she really the "wife of the year" or a black widow? That looks like a case for bottles... Bottles can be recapped... I am just sayin'...
You're on to somethng here! Notice that there are no treadmarks behind the woman. Was she dropped there? Has she been waiting there since before the snow began? Judging by the size of the car behnd her, which is a mid-sized sedan that is only about 16 inches away, the woman can not be taller than 4'5". Now look at the size of the Bud case. It's only about 2/3 of the size of a REAL Budweiser case. Look closer and closer and you might begin to question whether the "wife" is even a woman. Just look at those gender-indiscriminate features! Further doubt is cast when you see that the license plate on the white car starts with "29M" meaning, '29 year-old male'. There's only ONE possible conclusion to these discrepancies: the REAL Paul McCartney died in a car accident in 1966 and was replaced by a body double. This image leaves no room for doubt!
That reminds me of how they make passengers on smaller planes switch seats for weight distribution. "So, you're saying I'm ballast?" "Well, yes sir."
I had a friend who really into brewing beer and he made some really good tasting stuff. He called Budweiser, "Blandweiser."
