Why Does Svedka Think Hot Robots Will Be Serving Us Vodka In 2033?

^I would...obviously.

Clearly Svedka fucked up and is too stubborn to back down. I'm pretty sure we are rounding the bend of the year 2011. So if my math serves me correctly, I may be in a steady off and on relationship with an attractive robot with an unrealistic ass in a little over 21 years. And let's be honest, that's not the worst life I could live. Until she kills me at least. But enough about my robot side-chick, let's talk Svedka's insecurity. Like how nervous is Svedka going to be when 2033 rolls around? I can picture a bunch of old dudes sweating at a big ass board table at 11:59pm on 12/31/32. Clock strikes 12 and Grey Goose and Ciroc are still shitting on you and your robot bitches cost you thousands of dollars.

Remember when The Jetsons predicted we'd be in Hover Cars by now? We have some hybrids, a couple electrical cars that plug into outlets, and a few drawings of prototypes. They fucked up and the creator died so they technically didn't. Looks like someone's CEO has some cyanide pills to take...