so yeah, I walked to the gas station to get some booze but the posted hours said they closed about 40 minutes prior.
The cope internal monologue went something like:
>Ah, it's a nice brisk evening, the stars are shining, all I needed was a walk
then I remembered some bottle of ancient booze my aunt gave me.
>I'm not going to drink it
I told her I wasn't going to drink it either, little did I know about what the future held.....
I made it back inside and checked where I stashed it, sure enough, a bottle in a wooden box with a cracked plexiglass cover
>heh, break in case of emergency ts
First I try to twist the top off, it's coated in some sort of polymer wax slime, that when I tried to remove with a knife the whole cap breaks off leaving the actual cork broken in the neck.
>time to get the corkscrew
cork was becoming closer to dust than cork at this point in it's life, I already knew the outcome of using a corkscrew, but I had to try.
it crumbles as I pull out, whatever, I was going to probably throw it out or die with it in my storage.
I turn it over to see if I could use the booze to push the cork out and only a few drops go into the sink
I suddenly remember I am CHINESE
I grab a chopstick from my chopstick mug
I channel my chinese wigger and start working that cork out, and dump some booze to get the fragments cleared

it's clear?
I didn't expect that, I look again it's 40% huh
look it up as I'm drinking it... not bad, didn't expect it to be drinkable
Pear Brandy - "Grande Eau-de-Vie de Poire William: Reserve Speciale"

After I read it was PEAR

brandy I was like
>Oh yeah this does taste like pear, so cool
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