Beer Migration

I got this e-mail at work today:

I went outside to take out the trash and found liquor bottles on the washing machine.
Funny.yet creepy. Why would someone be drinking in our back yard? There are much nicer places to drink.
Emily says you put them there. Why were you drinking in our back yard?
This is Paul, by the way…”

I can’t even clean up the front yard without strangeness.

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