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Someone gave me legal absinthe-lite last night with melted sugar in it. How was it?
Guys. Don't shower for a week. Do funky stuff in the heat like work out and play football and stuff. Take a bunch of black licorice, melt it down in a microwave until it's liquid. Pour that hot waxy substance on your erect funky penis. Break your two lower ribs. Blow yourself.
THAT is what that drink tastes like. (Women will just have to imagine kissing the guy after he did that. He didn't brush his teeth for that week either.)
Yeah, Europeans are nuts. No amount of hallucinations or good writing would make me take that regularly.
Yet again, apathy is my anti-drug.
I'm rather amused however how I started with a margarita, moved on to the Hershey squirts of Willy Wonka, and 'came down' with a Kahlua and coffee. I think I want to buy one of those keychain breathalyzers, as my tolerance seems to be skyrocketing again.... that or I can stagger very convincingly in a straight line.
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