See, I can say that, because I'm an Irish Hillbilly. I've shit in multiple outhouses in the middle of winter. Taken baths in a metal tub with water heated from a wood-burning stove. Shot many a gun. Eaten squirrel, deer, and bear, and probably the balls of all three. You fucking urbanites think you know what a "dive" bar is? Bwa. Ha. Ha. Here's a clue: They are none nada ZERO dive bars in NY fucking C. OK. I'm done. Back to your regularly scheduled ad blog. Oh wait: for more of these concept baby bottles, go here.