Here's mud in your eye and my knife in your moldy chaps! We all know it’s classier when you drag your pals with the Bard, so we made these attractive shot glasses especially for you and the scurvy companions you scorn. Why not take them home, as they’re unfit for any place but hell. You are not worth another word, else I'd call you knave.
6 shot glasses
The Unemployed Philosopher's Guild