I Know My Drinks
In an attempt to make me think you know your drinks (As if I gave a rats ass in the first place), you’re using some sort of bartending lingo that you picked up at some hick bar that you visited 5 years ago. Instead of actually getting what you want, you receive something that tastes more like watered down Boones Farm… Nice move.
“Yeah, give me a cuba libre with a side saddle, and easy on the stirrups.” Unfortunately for you, only the toothless bartender who served you that drink in whatever little podunk town you were in, knows how to make that.
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