Next arrived Mr. Deadly Cough. Ignored it for one night - not good! Two tiny sips the next morning, kept my throat clear the e-n-t-i-r-e day! The day has now faded away and so has the drug. Thus, I return to the [bar] counter, pour myself a drink, sit back and s-i-p it this Thursday night while reading about John Baskerville.
Golden opportunity to have the golden drink!
On another note: came up with this while trying my dumbness on the guitar. First string, alternate frets.
First, Random Try by middlseat