ShotGlass Storiez

Here's to the World of Shot-Stories: One-gulp tales and single-swag sagas, if you will. So sprinkle the salt and hold on to your lemon wedges. WARNING ALERTS! 1: Consume contents at your own pace. Do NOT succumb to peer pressure. 2: The stories come in different sizes. How many you chug depends on how much you can handle. 3: Orange juice in your shotglass will also make you ditzy. 4: Yes, it IS 'storiez' with a Z, cause the darn S was already taken! 5: And seriously, Don't READ and DRIVE.

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Shot stories work exactly like absinthe on the mind... minus the bad hangover, the green haze, and that little *intimate* moment with the leprechaun in the desert. Wait, What! You don't like deserts?
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Dark humour; Day dreams; Whimsical tales; Sepia tones; Yellow taxis; Bohemian styles; Amethyst; Nichiren Buddhism; Dr. Daisaku Ikeda; Improv's and Vacays (and having the creative lee-way to get away with slang every once in a while); Retro shades from the 70s; Bold colours; Polka dots; Terry Pratchett; Freshly cut grassblades; Long treks; Whiff of petrol; Little joys; Cheap thrills; Odissi; Leather-bound books; Cloud messages; Amitav Ghosh; Karaoke; Bath salts; Lemongrass; Garage pubs; Warli prints; Mosaic tiles; Cobble-stoned streets; TED Talks; Game of Thrones; Fiction; Movies from pop-cult; Movies with subtitles (even obscure ones with squiggly fonts); Purple; Oranges, clementines and all things that do a little Vitamin C tongue-tingle; Custard apple ice-cream; Being served on a steel plate; P.G. Wodehouse; Sarcasm; Hair poufs; Holi; Puppy dogs; Turquoise; Hot stone massages; Adrak chai; Watching the sea; Sounds in a sea-shell; Bombay; and Stories from everywhere.


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