I already have had a beer of your ass!!!!!!! 

Anecdote: I was driving around yesterday morning, doing some grocery shopping, and my brain said "You know what Bob ? I reckon you want a beer." No sooner had I finished that thought, that my entire nervous system, from my toes, to my fingers, violently zapped with outrage and anger, as if to say "Don't you fucking dare do it Bob. Wait for the biopsy results, you fucking degenerate."
Loading up more rocket fuel to buy some more dip (or FOMO, depending). 49.9% of my way to acquiring another full kernel of corn... for... reasons...
