Yes, but horrible, HORRIBLE vodka.
I can't really imagine that to be so. It's filtered three times, so it should be just a neutral spirit with very few impurities.
Lorne ,'Why We Fight'
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Yes, but horrible, HORRIBLE vodka.
I can't really imagine that to be so. It's filtered three times, so it should be just a neutral spirit with very few impurities.
Well, you could use the vodka for either a mix with something strongly flavored or, at a pinch, for cleaning (isn't vodka good for removing ... something ... from clothes?), or for that manicure that was linked a while ago (soak polished nails in vodka for a while, then transfer newsprint to the nails). Then refill it with something you do like. Possibly absinthe? or something pink?
Skull votive glass. No vodka.
That's my new skull!
edit: what a pity I couldn't yell that somewhere in a crowd that would appreciate the idea of having a wardrobe of skulls.
cheap vodka is good, when diluted, as an unscented alternative to febreeze.
THAT's what I was thinking of! Thanks!
Right now I don't drink enough to justify spending the money on the Crystal Head vodka. Stupid antibiotics.
KITTENPOCALYPSE HAS BEEN ACHIEVED. Trinian is really, really unthrilled. I get the impression Ruthven is hissing because he's confused. Both Vlad and Erzabet have walked up to Ruthven and touched noses, which I'm taking as a hopeful sign.
Vlad and Erzabet are in a state of HOLY CRAP THIS PLACE IS HUGE!
KITTENPOCALYPSE!!!
I love their names so very much.
I love their names so very much.
What cracks me up about our cat-naming habits is that *I* am not the one who picked the Dracula -related names. Pete was the one who named Tzepesh, and is also the one who picked Vlad. I picked appropriate vampire-themed names for Ruthven and Erzabet, but only after Pete had chosen the other names.
And he says he's not a Goth.
Aaaaand Trin just hissed at Ruthven when he tried to sniff her in solidarity. Poor cranky old girlkitty.
Oh, poor Trin.
And he says he's not a Goth.
Aw, bless his misguided black heart.