Ok, is this thread some kind of spy ring with coded messages? Freaking me out, or was it the Two Martinis I just had? Come to think of it I ordered French Martinis, witch typically is vodka, chambord and pineapple juice. Tonight instead of pineapple, they substituted it with peach juice.
You’re toast.
Done for.
Out of any semblance of reality and will be left sucking on peach pits whether you like it or not.
And that’s the good news.