
In All Its Hypelessness, the “Shelf Turd” Abides
The thrill of finding a “whale” amid commonplace beer and whiskey prevails only because the “shelf turd” dares to exist.
- story: Danny Chau
- illustration: Mallory Heyer
The thrill of finding a “whale” amid commonplace beer and whiskey prevails only because the “shelf turd” dares to exist.
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