My succulent liquid treasure derives from the Canadian Motherland. It comes in a large glass container and is kept warm by a felt purple jacket that proclaims royalty. Nectar as smooth as a goddess’s ass and as bold as the majestic wilderness, it is the choice of Kings and peasants alike.
I would also like to share a little about the “phantom jug”. There are always rumors about a second jug passing hands late at night. I too was skeptical at first, until the fateful night when I experienced it first hand. The mysterious liquid was cool and refreshing and vitalized my spirit. So remember, when the moon is new, remain by the fire long after dark and perhaps you too can experience the “phantom jug”.

Posted by Jack Burton on May 11, 2001 at 14:16