The Salts of the Dog.
Take your medicine. Pinch your nose. Swallow, wallow, or rise; to that last drop. My V8 chariot riding 300 horses and a fixed coil, punching the gas at every chance for chance. 3 deep maybe 4 if one considered the travel bag of rancid laundry, riding bottom to the guilty gift roll-out projector screen sitting [...]
