It was an Experiment

and while i am aware of what mr. mug seems to be carrying in his head, i assure it tasted far worse than urine itself.

that was hot whiskey and an emergen-c: my experiment that had two very distinct and opposite directions it could travel.

and it tasted like fermented berries dipped in warm gasoline and embarrassment; a mugstache of liquid failure.

microwaved whiskey is never a smart move.

but it was meant to cure a nasty cough i've had for the last few days. the idea was "the hot toddy 2.0" which is sometimes also referred to as "the poor man's hot toddy" but the purposes are the same:

1. save money
2. cure sickness
3. get drunk

some would argue that re-quitting cigarettes might help me more than my hot toddy plus-- saying that it would save me money and health at a much more efficient rate.

but quitting smoking won't very well get me drunk, now will it?

either way, last night ended with the man who wasn't there, three wishnack toddies and a few camel filters.

so today, we will see whether or not my concoction worked as i'd hoped or if i just convinced myself to drink a very gross drink out of a very seductive mug.