In Boston shaker, coat 1oz ice with dry vermouth,give

In Boston shaker, coat 1oz ice with dry vermouth,give a quick stir,strain ice,pour off vermouth.Add 2 oz London Dry gin to ice.STIR,DO NOT SHAKE! Strain into chilled cocktail glass

then pour the wee 4 ounces of vermouth & gin down the drain because there is a new sheriff in town. London Dry gin ain't worth the glass bottle it sits in. Beefeaters, baby...

The mayor was forced to flee before they could bread and lightly season him. "This is a case of seasonal battery!" he said, after which he was promptly referred to AA and AAA for

terrible joke making. "I'm sorry sir but a joke of that poor calibre carries the death sentence in these parts, you know the rules". The mayor did a double take. "I'm sorry what?".

"Ignorance of the law is no excuse, Mr. Mayor," said the judge as he dragged the struggling mayor to the gallows. A large crowd of quality-humor-loving citizens had gathered to

watch the little dago bastard dangle from the end of a 20-foot-long strand of spaghetti. Lets face it...most of the citizens hated the Mayor, except, of course, the Mayor's Mother

who only mostly didn't like him as Mayor. She still loved him as her son, of course. Most of the time. Well, not much lately. Even before he was Mayor he rarely called or visited.

This was different; he was canvassing for votes. He rang his mom’s doorbell. “Can I count on your support, Mom?” “No,” she replied. “I love you as a son, but you SUCK as a mayor!"

He wasn't sure what shattered him emotionally more: The sound of his mother uttering those dire words, or the ringing slam of her door which echoed up and down the street.