Drinking a sixxer of Pabst on your way to their house and then pissing it out in their bushes doesn't count as "delivering." Just saying.
I would just stand there,and crank one out,until they close the door or invite me in. Maybe ice cube on my nipple,play the big game of inappropriate chicken.
Looks like a dump can. What, you run around the block, come in and someone slams that into your dry brake (mouth), fuels you up and then you do another lap?
I was thinking it's a container of liposuction fat. Looks like it will hold about 1 average American woman worth before it has to be emptied out.
I used to be the beer delivery guy. People were always happy to see us. I used to get stuck doing Friday afternoon/evening emergency deliveries in Boston. Getting paid OT, nobody cared how late we stayed out and free drinks everywhere. And there was always at least two strip joints to deliver to. Shit, I want that job back.
Back when, the packy up on Broadway had a $5 minimum because people would order a pack of cigarettes.
It will only really deliver when we get a pic of one of Ritchie's level 9 ladies......until then he hasn't really delivered anything worthy yet. Pun intended.