Is it a cocktail? Is it a recipe? Will it get me drunk? (Probably not).Īnyhow, this is a real easy recipe involving chicken breasts, it takes ten minutes to make and you can use to impress yourself when you are going out on a date with your split personalities.Īs many chicken breasts as you want friend, more chicken breasts for you if you happen to even liftĮither fresh or dried citronella, doesn’t really matter What am I onto? I have no idea, but I’m sure I’ll find out in the relatively near future. I then decided to make the same exact cocktail, but using, instead of the rum, some failed limoncello I had made by mistake with grappa rather than pure grain alcohol.
Now I was starting to feeling the creative juices flowing in me, so I had the brilliant idea of adding a tablespoon of Kaba banana powder, which is some kind of godawful artificially flavored banana thing you put in your milk to make it taste like bananas (?).įor the coup de grace I decided to add a few drops of vanilla extract in the thing, which now tasted like something positively disgusting yet decently good. So I started by adding semi-skim milk, in a proportion of one part of rum per three parts of milk. But I am not someone that gets discouraged when he has on his hands something simple and beautiful I must find a way to ruin it. The rum, by itself, is perfectly decent and quite tasty I should add. I was particularly impressed by his banana flavored rum, so I asked for a bottle. I liked the idea, since I have dabbled myself in the manufacturing of alcoholic beverages, and I asked for a tasting of his latest creations. So a good friend of mine likes putting random shit in rum to make X flavored rum. Sometimes, when you are trying or not trying to come up with a drink idea, you end up with something that you subconsciously realize is shit, but really you do like since your taste buds have become a bunch of bloody hipsters over the years. Just have some underpaid marketing major that manages social media marketing reply on this post. You could give me the yearly equivalent of the combined salary of a well do to German family, husband in a unionized factory job and wife teaching at a kindergarten and pimply teenaged son flipping burgers at Burger King part-time (Do they even flip burgers at Burger King?).
So if you could hook up me up with a sponsorship deal that would be great. Or for stealing perfectly good drinking water in poor countries, bottling it up, and selling it for a mark-up price. Or for rotten tooth from all the acidic sugary water drinking. So, not thanking you for obesity and diabetes and health problems. However, what I would not like to thank the corporate overlords for is the millions of people worldwide that have health problems because they guzzle down gallons of their sugary diabetes water. I liked that, and then I could not sleep and had freaky dreams. Last night for example, I mixed two ounces of Ouzo with 250ml of Pepsi zero cherry flavour.
Thank you corporate overlords, for providing me with easy and convenient ways to make various tasty beverages. PepsiCo is doing the same, with assorted flavours, including GINGER. I have found raspberry coca zero, peach (IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES) and many others I do not even remember. I would like to thank the corporate overlords at Coca Cola and PepsiCo, for introducing their new line of variously flavoured zero sugar beverages in the country I currently live in. Take my advice and my rants with a grain of salt, I am no messiah even thought at times I may feel like one.ġ – Cocktails Thank you, corporate overlords This book is the result of workplace boredom and cold Sunday afternoons when it’s raining outside. And I will give out this advice to you, for the price the publisher will have deemed appropriate for such a pubblication. I am nothing but a young man, but I have seen a thing or two and I know a thing or two about a thing or two. I am here for you, ready to dish out excellent advice in the form of brief stories, rants and cocktail recipes. Possibly your mother does, unless she has given up seeing the kind of fuck up you grew up to be.īut fear not, my friend, there is no need to be upset. Va beh, lo ammetto che mi son sbagliato e accetto il "crucifige" e così sia,Ĭhiedo tempo, son della razza mia, per quanto grande sia, il primo che ha studiato. Ma s' io avessi previsto tutto questo, dati causa e pretesto, le attuali conclusioniĬredete che per questi quattro soldi, questa gloria da stronzi, avrei scritto canzoni
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