Viagra Triangle Gold Coast
A mosaic of prison art, paintings by the mentally deranged.
Staggering – Every square inch. Every wall.
Want some caramel corn made out of beer?
Should we open five barrel-aged bomber variants of Alpha Klaus in one sitting?
Yes to all.
Tim had no job, per se.
Tim definitely had a maid.
Tim’s maid had more taxable income than Tim.
A forty-five dollar Giordano’s pizza, every ingredient.
Pizza boy: “a first in Chicago history!”
A brick of everything –
Fungus, vegetable, mammal, fish.
Dense enough to inspire an event horizon.
Eating it still, the following morning on the red line home,
Coffee thermos of Surly Darkness.
A Sharkula freestyle session.
A Dramatic Fanatic.
What is Zombie Dust? Let’s age it.
What is Bourbon County? Pour it in my mouth, please.
A bottle of Stella – a joke tradition for years,
Passed off anew to a crew member every Dark Lord Day.
Four bottles of Tactical Nuclear Penguin. $200 each? No problem.
More spirit than beer, frozen relentlessly ‘til 32% Alcohol by Volume.
Paper bag hand drawn penguins converted to tattoos.
“Let’s pour each 300 milliliter bottle in to its own shaker pint.”
Funnels were fashioned – Tactical Nuclear Penguin? Directed back in to amber vessels.
A beer cellar bedroom. I can’t see the floor in this bedroom.
53.6 degrees Fahrenheit 24-7, year round via window AC unit.
Thanks for helping me move this couch.
The Trappist Monks thank you, too.
Have a Westvleteren 12.