A velvet fist in an iron glove.
Unless you need to induce vomiting. Then maybe.
Hey, it tastes like absinthe.Mind you, I'd also advise people not to try swallowing absinthe. It's horrible. Tastes like Listerine.
Strain your absinthe through some sugar and it's all good.Same goes for the Listerine.
I leave the room for two minutes and when I come back, everyone is space trucking! Oh, and look who started it. Mr. Runs With Scissors.
Man, if you're drinking absinthe that tastes like Listerine you done got robbed.Absinthe, if it's really absinthe, should taste like a perfect mix of black licorice and concentrated varnish. Otherwise, get your money back pronto.Also you should go instantly blind and forget what your own mother looks like. And you might grow twelve hairy tits on your back.
Got that, kids?Not just an ol'growing tits from playing with the Green Fairy.But tits, on your back, and they're hairy! Like some kind of dyslexic biology expermient gone horribly wrong. I don't even want to think about what's going on up front.
Absinthe plus the whole spoon-burnt-sugar trick - yeah, Listerine. Which does, I have to say, sound like what black licorice and varnish would taste like.I wonder if it'd be as good for my woodwork though?
If you want your woodwork to look like someone threw up on it.
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Unless you need to induce vomiting. Then maybe.
Hey, it tastes like absinthe.
Mind you, I'd also advise people not to try swallowing absinthe. It's horrible. Tastes like Listerine.
Strain your absinthe through some sugar and it's all good.
Same goes for the Listerine.
I leave the room for two minutes and when I come back, everyone is space trucking! Oh, and look who started it. Mr. Runs With Scissors.
Man, if you're drinking absinthe that tastes like Listerine you done got robbed.
Absinthe, if it's really absinthe, should taste like a perfect mix of black licorice and concentrated varnish. Otherwise, get your money back pronto.
Also you should go instantly blind and forget what your own mother looks like. And you might grow twelve hairy tits on your back.
Got that, kids?
Not just an ol'growing tits from playing with the Green Fairy.
But tits, on your back, and they're hairy!
Like some kind of dyslexic biology expermient gone horribly wrong. I don't even want to think about what's going on up front.
Absinthe plus the whole spoon-burnt-sugar trick - yeah, Listerine. Which does, I have to say, sound like what black licorice and varnish would taste like.
I wonder if it'd be as good for my woodwork though?
If you want your woodwork to look like someone threw up on it.
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