It's booze backlog day at my house. I've been lazy about it, partly on account of my partner stopping drinking, and partly just because.

Still working through the giant box of half-finished projects I got several years ago from some friends who moved to Canada. One of the items was a small bourbon bottle filled with little pointy chiles + mystery booze.

I just tasted a teeny drop of it because of course I did, what is wrong with me. πŸ‘… πŸ”₯ πŸš’ 🚨 πŸ†˜

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After a quart of milk the pain in my tongue has subsided to a dull stabbing.

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