How did I not know what a meat whistle was? Duh. I may have even said to the girl with the blowtorch, "What's a meat whistle?" She should have just gestured at mine with her still-lit blowtorch. AIIIEEEEEE! No wonder I have to beat them off with a stick. Girls with blowtorches, I mean, not meat whistles...that wouldn't work at all (in my experience).
Right. It's that time of year again. Except this year, we're not going to play at 2am, but 7pm. And this year I'm not going to have six shots of flaming hot vodka, I'm going to have precisely zero. I maaaaaaaaay smoke a bit of evergreen, but only if I myself have done the rolling. See you on the other side.
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