Christmastime in Torontooo II: Citizen Candy Cane

So - like I said before, eh? - we're hanging out at the friggin' Apartment 58 nightclub right over Frank & Stein's in Guelph and Gooch disappears into the bathroom. Which he's been known to do. Holy fuck. Anyways, Gooch comes out of the bathroom like friggin' 9-O and starts talkin abooot some new fangled christmas drink or something. So he goes "lemme through to the bar, eh?" and we stand back while he orders 7 kife Candy Cane Martinis. Fuck right off, eh? And... scene.



After I drank the thing and resisted the strange urge I suddenly had to slap a cock against my forehead, we all agreed that they were quite tasty. And you thought you had to be German, homeless or both to enjoy the mentholated madness of peppermint schnapps.

That's it. That's the story. I thought these photos which Art sent me today were funny and needed an excuse to fire them up. Not all my tales will be winners, folks. Possibly even somewhere less than half. But I keep them coming, and nobody's got a gun to your head.