Pink elephant sightings are one thing, but hard-core boozehounds know the true rewards of sauce worship involve morphing your fat body into something the ladies wil go ga-ga over, not to mention seeing a six-foot dancing chicken pushing discount liquor. Fred knows all of this (and no doubt more), as will you, thanks to Soup queen Anna.

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