My first sign that they didn’t like me was the drink that I was served. Sure, it LOOKED like scotch on the rocks, but those rocks were actually bits of a broken bottle. Have you ever gotten stitches on your tongue? It stings, especially with alcohol.
August 1, 2016
From “The Faux Icecubes” by “Bee” Ucci
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