I wasn't drunk. And then I tried something that Esquire labeled a
Brain Duster. And now I'm still not drunk, but I'm almost positive these legs don't belong to me. They've got a mind of their own, man.
Also, I doubled the recipe because those tiny martini glasses are weak.
Also, I can see through time. Only forward, mind you. But most of you guys still look like assholes.
Hi mom! Why are you dressed like an asshole?
I'm pretty sure I'll be proud of this in the morning.