What's wrong with so many drinkers is that
they insist on mixing their alcohol with Coke or cranberry juice or some
other sick government subsidized sweetness; they don't appreciate the
burn or the urgency of a solid, neat drink, like the smell of a
collapsing book found in a remote corner of the library (next to the guy
shitting his pants) or a fucking map found in the junked Le Mans. They
spray Lysol onto history and buy catalog
featured shirts and download bestsellers and routes that end up in a
folder next to the "urination porn" one way or another. These "drinkers"
want to minimize the effect of imbibing by way of diabetes...By adding
some "mixer" they have avoided the stigma of "socially drinking and
bathroom fucking"...where after no orgasm and exhaustion just results in
vomit and television quotes that bond and break the holder of the
hair...maybe a moist paper towel and breakfast. "But it was like puking
on Matt LeBlanc's cock!" Straight liquor gets to the point. I'm going to
tell you something and then I'm going to either fuck, kill or sleep. Or
do all three in any order the night dictates. Fuck pineapple juice and
orange and cranberry too. Fuck Coke and Cognac, vodka and Coke. Right
now, the only acceptable mixture is blood and alcohol.
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