I’m glad to have not experienced this sort of thing for a good long while.
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Thoos, Picknar, Rodrigo, and Knox rested in the shade of some tall rock formations. Rodrigo, slumped against a rock with his eyes closed, said, “Holy hell. I think I’m coming down from that drink.” Picknar said, “Sorry about that. Our intention was to buzz you, not blatz you.” Rodrigo put his had to his forehead and said, “I’m a pretty hardened drinker, but Christ on a stick.” Grinning, Knox said, “No need to feel bad about it. Maybe next time we can see if there’s any milk you can drink instead.” Rodrigo said, “Oh, I don’t regret it. It’s simply like a bed layaway plan, long after the bed is no longer comfortable and the springs are sticking out, you still owe money on it.” Knox handed him a cup and said, “Well, here. Have a cup of coffee.” Rodrigo took a sip and then winced and stuck his tongue out. He said, “I’d enjoy this coffee more if my mouth didn’t taste like a weasel just died in it.” Knox said, “Remember when i kissed Rick Decker? I felt the same.”
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Must have been a cheap fizzler. The high dollar brands won’t do that to you. (I suppose)
Both the bed and the weaselly taste will have you recoiling.
“I’m glad to have not experienced this sort of thing for a good long while.”
Sssooo, you haven’t kissed Rick Decker recently, then?
Oh, wait. I see. Weasel Brand coffee.
How does he know what a dead weasel tastes like?
Hangovers can inspire such amazing memories. Even of things that didn’t happen.
Reasons why I don’t drink #2
There are more, but all this was real early on.
Yep. I don’t drink, but I would try a fizzler.