When loneliness strikes, some people turn to a bottle of two-buck chuck or perhaps an ice cold shooter of charcoal-filtered vodka from Sam's Club.
When I'm sad and lonely, I watch mascots having unfortunate accidents.
Looks like Bingo the Bee ought to sport a cup next time he decides to leap frog over a huge metal railing of doom. (The music makes it even more hilarious. Well, that and the way we walks away all defeated.)