It’s Like You Mead My Mind
(I’m at a friend’s house for their New Year’s party. I’m pretty broke, but I felt I should have Christmas present for everyone, so I’ve brought along a dozen bottles of homebrewed mead and apfelwein.)
Me: “Okay, everyone. I went with the cheapskate present route this year. Pick a bottle and that’s your present. They’re labelled; take whatever you want. Except you, [Friend].”
Friend: “Why?”
Me: “I’ve got a specific one for you.”
(I pull out a bottle of one of my more experimental brews.)
Me: “This is for you, because it’s as black as your soul and drinking it can leave a bad taste in your mouth.”
(Everyone else starts laughing.)
Friend: “You know me so well. Thanks.”
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