Yorgo the barman had a friend drive us to Zeitgeist where there was THE TAMALE LADY and I had tamales and chocolate and Guinness and rum and YOU ALL MISSED OUT ON THE GREATEST FUCKING NIGHT IN SAN FRANCISCO EVER AND I LAUGH AT ALL YOUR MISFORTUNES! That is, until tomorrow morning, at which point I will likely be in heavy Regret Mode. -- Crackmonkey
Flesh and Abby have moved to an isolated rural location in
the United States - equipped only with their sense of
adventure. Recently they came down off the mountain
briefly to file this report?
The area where I now reside is remote. In some cases, a maintained dirt road
is considered a luxury. A trip to the local drinking establishment is an
excursion that must be carefully planned. So you are left with only two
alternatives: stock up well on supplies, or get to know your nearest neighbors
really well and hope they consume as much as you do (if not more) and have
rations to spare/share. In most cases, you end up doing both - stocking up,
and then inviting like-minded folks from around the county to come over, have a
few drinks, get naked and howl at the stars.
In doing this, we've found a nice tasty recipe that'll put hair on your back.
We call it the "Johnny Royale Stopped In Customs & Given a Full Body Cavity
Search Because Someone Called The Narcs & Said He Was Smuggling Three lbs. of
Smack Into The Country" or it's short name:
The Innocent San Francisco Mule
1 Bottle of Spicy Jamaican Ginger Beer (the spicier the better)
Measure of Georgia Moonshine
(optional) big squeeze and/or wedge of lime
Put measure into a chilled (important) tumbler with three ice cubes. Pour in
ginger beer. Hit it with the lime juice. Drink.
Two to three of these will have you braying at the moon. But that's OK.
Everyone else will be as well.
Warning: the next morning, you will feel like someone's shoved their entire arm
up your rectum, and used your spinal cord as a bell rope.