Gimme some wet wet, that clear, that hy-dro!
we are made of stardust and drink star rust
Rock juice. I didn’t make that up
The piss of my ancestors
In the UK we’ll sometimes call it ‘council pop’
That 70% stuff
wawa
Perfection needs no nickname.
my cat calls it “waters”
wooder
Life liquid
water of life exists and predictably, it’s booze
But who came first? This ain’t no chicken or the egg question
i thought it was the bile of a young sandworm
A glass of drip!
Bar tender! Gimme a virgin scotch on the rocks
Loudly chews ice cubes over quiet smooth jazz in a completely empty cigar lounge at 10am on a Tuesday
Gets up to leave, leaving a $5 tip entirely in silver dollars
its two syllables why would it need a nickname
To be cool
Lemme get some sip – wait no thats for blood
