Dude, this chick has ballatio down pat. Licking my nads up and down and even juggling them with her tongue. She even named the crease on my sac that runs down the middle. She called it the Sack Andreas Fault.
The leftover spillage from errant shot pours which funnels into the rubber barmats which bartenders typically divvy out to least-favorite patrons at the end of the night - "Hey, this one's on me!"
A jerk walks into a bar (lousy tipper or loudmouth prick) and the bartenders start "missing" a few pours, especially with more exotic liquors (and lots of them). Eventually, there's enough in the barmat..."I think THAT guy deserves a barmat shot...this one's on me!"
Blamatitus is the disease in which you can't take your own responsibility, therefore you must blame other/things. In order to be diagnosed you have to blame someone who gave you this disease.