Don't bother asking me where it was. Walkaboutman, my superhero sidekick, is the only one who knows where that bottle had been hid. And he isn't talking. All I know is that it is a little lighter than it was previously and a peculiar odor lingers about it that can only be described as a bit foul. Late last night, on my timeline, I was preparing an elixir of mixed metaphor when I realized that my cup was only half-baked. I then stepped into a plot-hole and half-heartedly laughed last.
Enjoy your Friday and be sure to always put your eggs in one can of worms.