Jan 10, 2014

That Old Liquid Blessing from Heaven

Rudiver could not believe the flavors in his mouth.
“What do you call this foul concoction, Baurdain?” He asked his half-brother and co-pilot. “It tastes like engine coolant.”
“The bipeds call it what-the-fuck-is-this-and-can-I-have-some-more,” said Baurdain.
Rudiver untwined his yellow feelers. “Hmm, maybe you should pour me another vial,” he said.

Beer
by Giacomo D'Ancona


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