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“What, dude?”
“This tequila, man, it’s hella weird.”
“What’s so weird about it?”
“It tastes like … I don’t know, man, a vegetable or something. Like asparagus. But it’s also kinda sweet, like caramel.”
“Shut up, dude. It tastes like asparagus and caramel? I think I’m gonna puke. Hey, what are you doing? Why do you keep drinking it?”
“I don’t know, man, it’s not really that bad. It’s weird, but I think I’m kinda digging it. Kinda smoky. It’s interesting. Try a sip.”
“Cool glass.”
“Yeah, it came with the glass, and some sorta Bloody Mary mix or something. Try a sip.”
“Ugh! That’s disgusting! Seriously, man, I really do think I’m gonna puke now.”
“Fine. More for me. I’m digging the caramelized asparagus.”
“I need to wash that hideous taste outta my mouth. I’m gonna go finish the rest of your Chinaco.”
“You do and I’ll kill you.”