I almost committed
the greatest sin of my brief life a moment ago. I am absolutely dying for a beer, and, rather than make the 5 minute journey to the local offie, I opened a bottle of Smirnoff Ice left in the fridge by my nephew. I didn't drink it. The scent of fizzy lime flavoured vodka and mixer turned my stomach. It has added a nice shine to the sink I poured it down, though.
posted by lukeski at 9:30 pm
1 Comments:
Becoming all self-referential and postmodern, this post has lead me to Yerofeev's Moskva-Petushki, the classic novel of Soviet alcoholism, which is full of recipes for Soviet cockatils, such as "Bitch's Guts":
Zhigulovskoye Beer - 100g.
'Sadko' (shampoo) - 30g.
Dandruff control solution - 70g.
'B F' glue - 15g.
Brake fluid - 30g.
Insecticide - 20g.
Post a Comment
<< Home