Some drunkard (or someone who was concerned for my health) nipped my flask last night. If any of you know where it is, let me know. And if not, c'est la vie.

what is the world coming to? a man and his flask is the most holy union imaginable. only the worst type of scoundrel can come between this union.

The flask was monogrammed "BFK," in case you found it at the Genius Awards. I don't think anyone needs to be told who it is that believes the man/flask relationship is superior to all others.