Me and my flask go together like women & deceptive profile pics. Now, you may be saying to yourself, "Well Ace, that's pretty tacky of you". To that I would simply recount a scenario 2 weeks ago wherein a bartender handed me a $30.29 bill for two drinks, not including tip, with a straight face. Instead of murdering every single warm body in the grossly overpriced establishment, I would later retreat to my quarters and rekindle my relationship with an old flame: The Flask
She and I haven't been together for some time, but her foul aroma of aged vodka, beam and jager reminded me of fond times gone by. Her engraved metallic image of a camel further resuscitated the mystifying charm that once captivated me years ago. So, for all you haughty bartenders out there, the bonnie and clyde of cheap drinks are back. When I casually order a soda with no alcohol, at 2 am, you'll know the f*cking deal.
ur lightyears behiind on that one.
ReplyDeleteI've been flasking it since before the recession