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It's not enough to know we're American, I need to proclaim it from the mountaintops. And what's more American than Chambong? Beatrice and I were having our noontime cordials with a twist of lime when the topic of Neville and Rosamund's betrothal came up. We'd lamented how, in all our previous festivities at the manor, it took so bloody long to sip the champagne. After all, we're drinking to celebrate, not to mope about like moss. If only there was a way to flood our bloodstreams with rich, nourishing alcohol immediately. So when the underbutler Bradbury stumbled across this marvelous contraption on the electronic computer, wouldn't you know it - you could have bowled me over with a feather! What screams class like a Chambong? Nobody would be mistaken as to where we come from when we're inhaling the old bubbly a pint at a time. Needless to say, the wedding was a smashing success, just smashing. We donned our finest "Who Farted" t-shirts, strapped on our "Make America Great Again" top hats, and broke out the Chambongs. "Golly golly gumdrops! I feel so regal!", exclaimed Rosamund's pubic stylist Violet. And right she was. After all, why sip like a gentleman when you can chug like a hobo?