July 5th, 2008
Why I Drink
I don’t drink to forget. I don’t drink to ease the pain. I don’t drink to make life more bearable. I drink to make my Baptist grandmother roll in her grave.
Hey grandma…my fellow sodomites took me to Mexico last month and I discovered Tequila! It’s very nice!
July 8th, 2008 at 3:12 am
Well?
Did you swallow the worm?
July 8th, 2008 at 8:44 pm
There was no worm. Not in any of the tequila bottles I saw anyway. The worm is a mezcal thing (which as I understand it, is mostly a regional difference as they’re both cactus juice). And in any case, I would not eat the worm. I just don’t get that drunk.
July 9th, 2008 at 5:48 am
Well…as if Tequila hasn’t taken enough people to the gutter….I think I’ll take THIS one to the gutter!
……Uhm….if you give someone ELSE enough tequila, maybe THEY will swallow the worm? Then you just hope they don’t remember it in the morning…..or if they do, that a nice breakfast is involved.