waybackwhen, i converted a gay girl for a short period of time and that ended up w us having a couple 3somes w her friends. one of em was this fugly biker chick. thing is, this gal had taught me more about how to cook in her few evenings over than i'd learned anywhere else, so i would be calling her to ask about this foody thing or that past the time i was dating her pal and i guess that kept me in the loop. so on Sunday mornings every few months i'd hear a monstrous hog roll down my cul de sac and it was this chick w a half gallon of Barton's vodka on her handlebars for to freakydeak & cookynook the day away w your humble servant. i could never believe someone w such a clever palate would prefer drinking babushka sweat to the real thing. the idea of her swiggin' it out of a plastic gallon milk bottle would perfect the memory.