these old things hang in the doorway of of my office:
i bought this "birthday shot" for a friend at a local pub last night. i let the bar tender decide what to make and she made this with outright-devilish-glee. she called it a "bleeding brain" (though i can think of a few other gross names for it).
i think it could be the answer to both of the statements on the wooden panels above.
...i've already looked up the ingredients and plan to buy them for my home-bar so i can inflict this monstrosity on all who visit.
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