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Tuna Ghost is totally full of shit. I completely have my drinking under control.
As in, I'm in control of what I'm drinking. And it ain't no paintstripper bourbon like Wild Turkey.
Now, THAT, my friend, that is a tipple of quality, and its bouquet, however liberally splashed about my person, is the very breath of heaven.
Now do these shaking hands a favor, and slap yourself silly on my behalf. |
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