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So, I'm writing my essay, and my parents get home. Shortly afterwards, Dad comes into the room and asks me if I want some 'glug'. I have no idea how it's spelled.
Intrigued, I follow him into the kitchen, where he pulls a mug out of the microwave.
"What is it?" I enquire.
"Glug," he replies proudly. Sitting on the counter is a bottle of what he is calling glug, which is some random bottle of stuff they got at Ikea that is kind of like wine/cider with cinnamon and stuff in it...weird stuff.
"Is it alcoholic?" I ask.
"Is now!" says he, pouring vodka into it and handing it to me.
Sometimes, I wonder why I moved out.
Intrigued, I follow him into the kitchen, where he pulls a mug out of the microwave.
"What is it?" I enquire.
"Glug," he replies proudly. Sitting on the counter is a bottle of what he is calling glug, which is some random bottle of stuff they got at Ikea that is kind of like wine/cider with cinnamon and stuff in it...weird stuff.
"Is it alcoholic?" I ask.
"Is now!" says he, pouring vodka into it and handing it to me.
Sometimes, I wonder why I moved out.