I need to learn how to cook these motherf*ckers, because I’m just totally and completely intrigued by their prickly exteriors and absolutely delicious spirits.
I’m not interested in the kiddie theme park variety made of cream soda and syrup from a squeeze bottle; I want hot, alcoholic, grown-ass woman butterbeer.
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