Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Thank God for Thistlemilk

Stores in Drumsleet are struggling to cope with the massive local demand for Thistlemilk, a miracle substance reputed to repair liver damage while at the same time enabling the recipient to continue drinking like fuck. Veteran lounge lizards shocked at the carnage wrought by the Grim Reaper over the last 18 months in Drumsleet's premier drinking salons have turned like desperate men to Thistlemilk, initially peddled in the town by a eccentric one-legged quack physician called Theosophilus Neill. Thistlemilk can be taken as a pill but also in the form of a draught or powder ideal for pouring into the 8th or 9th pint of Guinness. Thistlemilk. You know it makes sense.

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