Last night at J. Timothy's for dirt wings and beverages, I ate the whipped cream off the top of Jenny's martini. It wasn't regular whipped cream. At first I questioned whether capilary action could have drawn the alcohol up into the whipped cream... but why did it taste like pure grain, and why did it burn? The waitress confirmed that it was weapons grade whipped cream.
I can see the value of a boozey blanket for a tasty beverage, but this fluffy stuff is not to be taken lightly.
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