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Would you like a delicious drink of Perky Penguin?
I’m not sure I would. I imagine it to be a plot by some DC style super villain to turn children into slaves to their evil plan.
Waddling penguin slaves? Perky slaves? Shuffling around, conducting terrible misdeeds while holding eggs between their feet?
Yes. Yes, I think that is very probable.
I think I need this in my life, but the North East does not cater for such frivolity.
I looked into procuring a bottle of Perky Penguin for your visit but haven’t found any local stockists.
When life can’t even serve you a bottle of Perky Penguin… I’m so upset I don’t know how to finish that sentence.
You could finish it like this:
“When life can’t even serve you a bottle of Perky Penguin, reach for the absinthe and drink yourself to oblivion.”
Thems sounds likes fightings words.
Have you been channeling the ghost of Ernest Hemingway?
Nobody channels me, sir. If they did I’d deck them.
Fair enough. We wouldn’t want to upset Papa Hemingway, unless it was in the name of publicity.
When life can’t even serve you a bottle of Perky Penguin, grab a bottle of Frisky Fox©… new from Pouring Beans Productions.
Did we settle on Frisky Fox’s flavour? I voted for Fennel, Fig and Flumps but I don’t recall hearing the outcome.
I think Failure and Frivolity would make a nice mix.
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