I knew I was going to be making a martini tonight to go with my cigar. So a couple of hours before, I put the glass in the freezer. When it came time to make the martini, I shook it up, pulled the glass out of the freezer, put the olives in an poured it over them.
When it's 100 degrees outside, an ice-cold martini is a thing of joy.
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"When it's 100 degrees outside..."
You need to move to somewhere north of hell.
Don't I wish I could. I have a year left in this shithole, and then I'm never coming back.
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