Flo, my long-time penpal from Ireland, visiting last week, brought me a bottle of Irish whiskey. In its clever packaging it looks as drunk as I might be when I quaff it:
Unpackaged it becomes a soberly erect bottle of whiskey:
I'll save it for some very special occasion, hoping I'll remain more erect than the bottle is in the original packaging, and that I don't disintegrate into a trio of Georges. Afterwards I'll cherish even the empty bottles.