someone recently suggested
i switch to drinking gin instead of bourbon
and perhaps i would
if my Kentucky palate fancied the flavor
of carnations and fairy piss
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aayoungsomeone recently suggested
i switch to drinking gin instead of bourbon
and perhaps i would
if my Kentucky palate fancied the flavor
of carnations and fairy piss
5 replies on “i’ve got your beefeater right h’yar, jack”
Who drinks gin anyhow? I don’t even much do the bourbon, honestly. Rye and scotch. In that order. Or the reverse.
Carnations and fairy piss… there is a bedtime thought.
See, that’s what I thought. I’m as sweet as a motherfucking sugar plum. Well, apparently this man who suggested it drinks the swill. If gin were a man, I would punch it in the throat.
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Remind me never to buy you a fruity drink… If you don’t mind, by the way, I’d like to reblog you at some point on my blog, perhaps when I am sufficiently moved (and slightly frightened) by your vehemence. Sorry about the long words. It’s 11:05, and I am damn sober.
I’d be honored. Never apologize for rational and intelligent thought. It, and you, are always welcome here.
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Thanks, appreciated. I always like to ask first. And yes, I am highly rational and intelligent. I guess. And now back to the slogging…