No, the joke is not that it’s possessed (which is more common than you might think — and I have several thigh scars from a particulary evil can of Mountain Dew to prove it), but rather that it’s already received 14 bids!
Not that I’m telling anybody how to spend his or her disposable income, mind you. But were I to consider dropping more than a ten spot on Coke, I’d expect it to come with a rolled up dollar bill and an opportunistic party girl name Tiffany.
(A PG-rated punchline might include some mention of a movie theater concession stand, but, well, c’mon…)
The bid’s up to one hundred and fifty-five freakin’ dollars! I have no further comment.
The bid has exceeded $200.00.
Wow. These bidders, they’re the same guys who bought dot-com stock back in the 90’s, right?
I wondered to where they had disappeared.
P.T. Barnum lives.
Say, you don’t think it might have something to do with the fact that the drink was carbonated, do you? And, like, somehow the gas created enough pressure to force open the top? Y’know, like, it was defective?
No, no, sorry. I was being ridiculous. Of course the can is possessed.
Let me see if I can scrape up a couple hundred to put in a bid for it.
Assholes. The world is so filled with them.