Sober as a bird. A few friends of mine went for pint-night at a local restaurant. I had some Purple Haze and a Strongbow. Most of my friends had a Blue Moon and one threw in a Guinness in there. Another friend had a Yeti. Which everyone agreed was shitty. I could not resist, my palette curious, and now I'm warm, honest. Oh, I have many insecurities. I'd bare my soul and be as honest with strangers as with the dearest of friends. This stuff will do that to you. It's like the drink of lesbian gynecologists.
