Hold the toast.

Tequila is a dude bro

shot. Popular. I mean in
every sense of "dude"
and in no sense of bro
worth considering
siblingesque.

Not! Is the best course,
but sometimes, by way
of whoa no homey expla
-nation, I'll say:

"Awe nah thanks. I hate
tequila. It's too slippery,
bodily fluidity in there -
on the palate. Poor mouth
feel. Tastes like semen."

Now, of course I mean it
in a sly reverse triple self
deprecation backfire way,
for some minds only to
spit-take on. Nothing wrong
with that, when it works

aright?

You try yours, please.
Mine's
gin,

or pinochle. Hard spirit
to beat gin. A good soft
game to knuckle up, bone
up and bear down in on,
though, pinochle! Just don't

shout

"Pinochle!"

Unless you're sure.
Are you even supposed -
damn it.

Sorry.

I meant Uno. No mas for me,

thanks.

Pinochle is hard as jaw,
h'arguably. But my nose
might grow a foot if
I told you how “good”
I am.

At it.