Busted Bourbon

Upon arriving at our final destination on the Bahamian out-island of Eleuthra, Dr. Pat and Nick began unpacking, only to discover that an entire bottle of bourbon had sprung a leak in their suitcase. Being committed as we are to the Three R's — refresh, raise hell, and regurgitate — we took it upon ourselves to put as much of the soaked-up spirits to use as possible.

Clothes soaked in bourbon

suck.

Alan: “Damn that burns...I would pronounce that as distinctly fabric-like.”