Seems we’ve turned up nothing but corroded Miller beer cans and the occasional condom package (two, so far) as the earth continues to spit up lost treasures from a Loveless life previously lived.
But Chris’ recent discovery of this low-ball glass (plus a bottle of Mike’s Hard Lemonade) conjures up thoughts – yes, fleeting – of a little more high-brow toasting beneath the towering maple trees.
Hmmm. Jack Daniels, Mountain Dew and a twist of lemon, perhaps?
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