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Friday, August 25, 2006


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Absinthe, eh?

I bought a bottle and spoon for a friend but didn't partake myself.

Actually, the type I bought him probably didn't have much thujone but it's the thought that counts, I guess.

I take it you buy the real deal? How is it??


Bought, my friend, as in past tense. I lead a clean & sober life nowadays... But absinthe was a really fun lifestyle. A little plastic surgery and I can hear %80 as well as I used to! Right. But no really, it's just this thing I know about because I've been to Prague. I myself have never carmelized sugar over a low flame and stirred it into the glass of abinthe, downing shot after shot for hours with friends and then decided to have some fun by running a scooter at full speed into a barbed wire fence repeatedly to see who could get the longest hang time... it's just this thing I heard about.

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