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Is anyone interested in sharing hangover cures from your world, country, time, planet? There has to be something that I can use that isn't poisonous or incendiary. Or involves infirmary needles.
Where I'm from, they do this thing called a prairie oyster. It's hideously disgusting, and you have to go on a five-year quest to obtain all of the ingredients. How someone managed to come up with this thing is a mystery, but I imagine its origins lay somewhere between an almost-empty fridge in a frat house and the condiment chiller that bachelors often refer to as their refrigerators.
Basically, you take two tablespoons of Worcestershire sauce and tomato juice, add a little splash of vinegar and a dash of pepper. On top of that, you put a quail egg or an unbroken, raw chicken yolk.
I've never tried it, but some of my relatives swore by it. I'm guessing it's because they had E. Coli to replace their hang overs. They're all dead -- or zombies, which is as good as dead -- so I can't ask 'em.
I promise I can maintain sobriety if anyone needs help in the kitchens, maintenance, the bar, whatever. Need an inmate-sitter while you go on that hot date you've always wanted? I have certificates. I got them when I was thirteen so I could make a little extra cash to buy my official Tombstone gun-and-badge set. Seriously. Someone call me. Give me responsibility before I drink my liver away.
Any takers?
Where I'm from, they do this thing called a prairie oyster. It's hideously disgusting, and you have to go on a five-year quest to obtain all of the ingredients. How someone managed to come up with this thing is a mystery, but I imagine its origins lay somewhere between an almost-empty fridge in a frat house and the condiment chiller that bachelors often refer to as their refrigerators.
Basically, you take two tablespoons of Worcestershire sauce and tomato juice, add a little splash of vinegar and a dash of pepper. On top of that, you put a quail egg or an unbroken, raw chicken yolk.
I've never tried it, but some of my relatives swore by it. I'm guessing it's because they had E. Coli to replace their hang overs. They're all dead -- or zombies, which is as good as dead -- so I can't ask 'em.
I promise I can maintain sobriety if anyone needs help in the kitchens, maintenance, the bar, whatever. Need an inmate-sitter while you go on that hot date you've always wanted? I have certificates. I got them when I was thirteen so I could make a little extra cash to buy my official Tombstone gun-and-badge set. Seriously. Someone call me. Give me responsibility before I drink my liver away.
Any takers?