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I feel like this must be said. Last night... I made my parents martinis and cosmos.
I'd make a killer bartender. Also, it actually wasn't a martini. It was a tequini. Which I will never understand. Alcohol like tequila... never will I understand. You would have to be in this kind of mood to like/want tequila, "I feel like getting so shitfaced that all my decisions will be made by other people. Oh, and I want the alcohol to taste like vomit. If it's possible. Oh, what's that? You have tequila? Perfect."
I'd make a killer bartender. Also, it actually wasn't a martini. It was a tequini. Which I will never understand. Alcohol like tequila... never will I understand. You would have to be in this kind of mood to like/want tequila, "I feel like getting so shitfaced that all my decisions will be made by other people. Oh, and I want the alcohol to taste like vomit. If it's possible. Oh, what's that? You have tequila? Perfect."