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If my neighborhood were wine, connoisseurs would describe it as “shitty, with overtones of failure and poor life decisions.”
Hartnell’s was for drinking. And you could get any drink you wanted, as long as it was beer.
“Are you a supervillain or something?” I gestured to the screen. “I mean, come on.”
How dare you call me lazy! I’d come up with a scathing retort but, meh, I’m just not motivated.
stood from the bar and downed my Bowmore. I assume everyone in Scotland gasped in psychic pain.
The trick with Gunk is to steer clear of stuff trying to taste like other stuff. Don’t get the “Tandoori Chicken” flavorant. You’ll just be disappointed. Get “Myrtle Goldstein’s Formulation #3.” That’s good shit. No idea what the ingredients are. It could be termite carcasses and Italian armpit hair for all I know. I don’t care. It makes the Gunk palatable, and that’s what matters.
