A heated dispatch from `The Last Drop'

Last week while vomiting sweet, sweet Gin over my four month old edition of `La Monde', I joked with Earnest, my lazy Kenyan friend, how ironic it was that here in the Colonies, we still wear petticoats and puncture our skins with iodine to keep the blamey `Jiffy Bug' at Bay. He nodded politely and ate my foot. Which, incidentally, was fine by me as it was infected by Gout and I know from experience that it tastes nothing like the sweetbreads the Brothers at School said it would.

A mouse eye view of The Last Drop. Posted by Hello
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