Some nights, you just don't want to mess around. Tonight was one of those nights.Bourbon
In a rocks glass, pour bourbon over four ice cubes (optional). If you don't want to feel like a complete derelict, toss in a few drops of bitters (I have been informed derelicts don't use bitters).
Consume.
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dood. I feel you.
This week's goal was to leave the freelance art director alive after fourteen hours of doing his job for him while he entertained us all with his (incessant) hommage to the groundbreaking social commentary of Don Imus.
I'm not sure whether my favorite part was "[recent immigrants from x country] sure are stupid because they don't speak english" or "Did you hear the funny thing I said to the car service dispatcher?"
Ah. I think I know that guy.
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