You're not a bartender! You're just a pharmacist.
Once in awhile.
He drank so much poison it built his immuni-tea.
None. Each lightbulb contains the means of its own revolution.
I keep asking people, but they don't know either.
Cripple Sec
Tequila Mockingbird. (X-post)
Because it's bipolar
I'm not sure. The names on my neighbor's prescription bottles are ridiculously long
Me: You just give the bartender your order. Her: ... Me: It's really pretty easy. Her: *leaves*
Serving dual porpoises!
She over doses
It's just one prescription" *behind the counter the pharmacist is sinking in quicksand and screaming*
