on borrowing $5 for 50c vodkas

unfortunate and empty, my pocket speaks to me. she's lonely. almost as lonely as my lushy lips decorated in purple stolen from jen. they conspire... find a lost vegan, undernourished and therefore easily convinced. she has $8 all told, and adopts my lust as her own. she must hand me some bills, she just handed me the biggest of 4. it's the 5, the coveted 5. 10 vodkas if one had no tipping etiquette. but i am at once reminded of my hasty thirst by the ever present wagging finger above. i patiently swallow the first squat v/t, and reach around myself to pat me on the back. then i suck the second down with vigor.. mq on the stage leaving no more eyeballs on my bevie.

yummy delight! what a scrumpy dum looloo. i got it bad got bad got it bad, i'm hot for vodka....whoohoowow.