There are only five bottles left of Old Jack's Mistake. A mistake it most certainly is, as it tasted like dead fish and shoe leather. However, the little people crave it like anything. As a bargaining point you could do worse than to have a bottle with you.
This was something you needed to know.
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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