Dammit, I drink martinis. Not chocotinis, not appletinis, not bloody flufftinis.
Mar-teen-eees.
Vodka, a misting of dry vermouth, and a single solitary olive. Maybe, if I'm feeling risky, a little olive juice.
Oy.
Sorry. Just had to set that straight.
Out.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Shaken, Not Stirred
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