“Miss, do you party?” the boy asked. “What?” Jennifer asked back. “Do you smoke? I'll get you some cheap. One American dollar equals forty Jamaican dollars. I'll get you as much of the stuff as you need.”
The parts were curing in the autoclave.
Not tarrying long enough in the brain to be subject to reflection, the next sensations, of course, obliterate them.
One highly imaginative account claims the throng told stories through the night in drunken outbursts of wild revelry. As if quoting from a house menu of early American alcoholic drinks, rather than reporting an eyewitness account, this version tells us they guzzled nobly of punch, of flip, and downed the inevitable stonewalls [a mixture of whiskey or rum and cider].
guzzled nobly of punch, of flip, and downed the inevitable stonewalls [a mixture of whiskey or rum and cider].
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