This is the story of a girl; a girl named Drippy Nips. Are her boobs crying tears of joy or sadness?
Not only are there drippy nips at the top of the receipt, at the bottom is something that appears to be a shovel, (or possibly a penis with an acute case of Elephantiasis, post circumcision). Also, to the right of the shovel/penis is some incoherent writing that they decided to scribble away as if they second guessed whatever it is they wrote, regardless of the fact of whether or not they remember drawing lactating nipples on the top of the receipt just moments before. What could they have possibly written after drawing tits on their receipt that they decided "hey, you know what? I shouldn't write that on a credit card receipt." I also wonder if the dripping boobs are "making it rain" in this person's mind, as they left a very hospitable tip for their bartender. Possibly it was the combination of Kettle One martinis and shots of Jameson that created this masterpiece, lined with some fucked up childhood issues that no one would dare ask about. Maybe I'm trying to analyze this one much more than need be. Either way, Drippy Nips is one of my favorites.
