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was shown a new one at the club a couple weeks ago,
the colors s e p a r a t e d red white and blue... uh. what is it called?" the bar-tender then says "it's a thunder-storm" and mixes it all up with a straw and it turns funky gray, he goes on about "you know, like a thunderstorm, the blue sky turns gray," oh i see now, i'm already in mean form so i say, "that's really poetic." the guy down the bar offered me a taste, it tasted like lemonade |