That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf (Mead Mishaps, #2)

by Kimberly Lemming

Potatoes are by far the most versatile crop. You can fry them up, bake them, or throw them at undesirable men who refuse to leave you alone.

We’ve all drunkenly tripped and gotten stuck in a barrel or two at some point in our lives.

I do not know if my tits were built for murder. I don’t even think they were built with my back in mind.