Now, I grew up in South Carolina. Most people don't associate my home state with bootleggin', but, back in the day, this is where it all began. Ya see, the fastest cars could outrun those cop cars. So if you had the fastest hot rod out there, you could move 'liquid gold' and the feds couldn't do nothing about it. That's how NASCAR began! My grandpappy bootlegged in a Mitsubishi, hence the title of this post.
So one day, not too long ago, I put a full bottle of my finest, oldest hootch in the freezer. I'd been saving it for a long time, and a special occasion was coming up. Much to my surprise, a few days later I noticed that it had done been accosted! Little while later, I looked again, and now, it was half-gone! It seemed like someone or somethin' was a-swallerin' it up, day by day, little by little. Try as I might, I couldn't catch the thief. Then on that one day, the one I had been waitin' for, it was totally gone.
This time, though, I caught the sonofabitch.
Who was the culprit, and on what exact day did I figure out what had happened?