There are no words for this.

Well, there is one word and it's:

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Dear God no.

We're not messing when we say that this head on the pint of Guinness needs its own postcode and should have it's own room in the pub devoted to it.

Sweet mother of Jaysus.

Who poured this? Who would have drank this?

That's half head for the love of God.

We're sorry but that's ruined our day and if it's ruined our day, that means we're ruining your day too.

JUST. LOOK. AT. THE. HEAD.