Nice people can be weird too

I stumbled upon this today picture today, and was a bit bit uneasy. I did not know if looking at this picture was supposed to make me laugh or feel bad for somebody. Of course, I chose the latter. I felt bad for that person who now sitting the hospital looking back on their life as a plethora of bottles of all shapes and sizes. This person could be a bottle maker, a vintage soda bottle collector, an alcoholic, or even a person with a fetish for baby bottles. If this person does exist would you please bring them too me right away (and preferably during day light hours). Simply feeling bad for them is not going to help their perspective on life, so I figure it would be good to take them to a park and read to them. And they need not worry if they are allergic to nature, because I carry an epipen. Maybe after we could watch the office and eat peanut butter marshmallow sandwiches. I hope they don't mind red solo cups.