Not in Memphis
I am not in Memphis. Or anywhere in the south. In fact I am in the north side of my apartment.
My mother is fine. Mrreall, on the other hand, has the stomach flu. I think what everyone wants to do, instead of going to see Graceland, is to watch their spouse puke like a freshman at a frat party.
Or, I suppose, to be the one doing the puking. That would be good too.
I am not bitter yet, but I am sure that that will come.
My mother is fine. Mrreall, on the other hand, has the stomach flu. I think what everyone wants to do, instead of going to see Graceland, is to watch their spouse puke like a freshman at a frat party.
Or, I suppose, to be the one doing the puking. That would be good too.
I am not bitter yet, but I am sure that that will come.
posted by misreall at 11:38 AM
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Well, obviously you are sick as well, and the only cure I can prescribe are massive doses of bitter pills. (As they are a little hard to swallow, I suggest a glass of "Fritters" to wash them down--that's 2 parts Fresca to 1 part bitters.) This will get you back on your aching feet and bitter as hell in no time.
If you have the Fresca I have the bitters. Peychaud's, of course.
Actually, I spent about two weeks looking for bitter's inclusive drinks recipes about a month ago, and all I had to do was call you. Sad me.
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