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Sunday, March 06, 2005

Dirty Beer

Beer Can

Sometimes, I'm tempted to wash beer cans like I would fruits or vegetables. I'm about to put my mouth on that thing, sucking it, for the next 30 minutes; I should know that it's clean right? Who knows where it's been since it was made, wherever it was made. I bought it in a bodega in what most would consider the shit part of town. It could be covered in rat shit, and insecticide, and spilt strawberry soda, and dust and cooties. I'm not taking that chance, I'm quick rinsin'.

I guess I deserve it though. I mean, I buy nice imported bottles when I can. Something like Stella's got all the clean freaks covered with the paper-wrapped caps.

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