Jun 1, 2012

Lips that Touch Liquor Ought to Be Welded Shut

There was no proper drink for Elizabeth in Boozetown. She marched into the first tavern on the left clutching her painted sign and planted herself in front of the bar.
“I’m protesting this here locale,” she said, “this pigsty of intemp’rance.”
“You got some nerve, lady,” the bartender said.


Because there might have been a Boozetown.

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