So it's time to add one more year on top of the other 31. When I was in my early 20s it seemed that life would end, or at least go down hill rapidly, at 25. I was wrong.
Ps. I had oyster shots yesterday. And yes it was just as horrible as you probably imagine.
Monday, October 12, 2009
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Congratulations, brother of mine! May your hill continue upwards (wait, that sounds wrong) and may you always find a decent wave to ride.
(Oyster shots? Urrrrgh. Not that I've ever... but I imagine. Yes.)
Hey Bro! Yeah they kind of tasted like someones lets-mix-everything-in-the-fridge-and-see-who's-stupid-enough-to-actually-order-it
Didn't we have sort of a competition doing that with burgers? Putting everything that's in the fridge on them, that is. If my memory serves me right you tried mustard herring at one time.
And if we're talking shots, I've tried the garlic shots att "Bröderna Olssons", which is also as horrible as it sounds... if not worse.
Just give me a frikkin Jäger and I'll be happy.
I think I just talked about the mustard herring burger. Unless I've repressed the memory. I could eat some funky stuff during that time when my sense of smell was all messed up.
Ice cold Jäger is nice. I've been re-evaluating bourbon as of late. There is some really good stuff out there.
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