shit on you

there's something slightly comforting in eating a famous star and washing it down with some mike's hard lemonade. not a wonderful feeling per sae, but akin to wrapping oneself in a warm blanket and settling down for a nice nap. i'm going bowling in a couple hours and i thought i'd get nice and liquored beforehand. i've settled for the only thing that was cheap and plentiful in alcohol at the food4less - mike's. it's not bad in the slightest, but it's just not my normal weapon of choice. [see: bass, boddingtons, newcastle]

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