So I’m Holding a Glass

I’m holding a high-ball glass. Ice. Some Rebel Yell. Sitting by my computer. Pick the glass up. The glass breaks. The base of the glass separates from the rest of the glass. Clean break. Bourbon and ice everywhere.

I blame poltergeists. Prohibitionist poltergeists.

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2 thoughts on “So I’m Holding a Glass

  1. The same thing happened to a date of mine at a 4th of July BBQ but she had Watermelon Margarita in her glass and white pants on . They were quickly turned pink!

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