That looks suspiciously fruit-flavored. Tread carefully, dude. Becoming a girl-drink drunk at this stage would squander your usually excellent record.

It's made of bitter oranges, gentian, rhubarb and chinchona. It some flippy stuff. I'm chasing it with barleywine.

Whoa, that does sound interesting. OK, you seem to be safely out of the danger zone... onward!

FORWARD STAGGER!

That stuff looks trippy, and potentially dangerous.

Great clip BoringPostcards.

You're better off than the people for whom M*A*S*H made war look like so much fun. And, yes, it was supposed to do the opposite, but you can never totally control the message others get from your work...

This stuff is very, very bitter. I don't think I've ever had anything quite so bitter. Bit-ter. It's what I imagine arsenic tastes like.

This stuff is very, very bitter.

Is it anything like Cinzano? Or maybe it was Campari... I just remember being about 19 when my brother convinced me try one of his favorite aperitifs. It made my mouth draw into a big pucker, like chewing bitter lemon pith.

I might like it now, though. Mmmm. Bitter.

Aperol = alcohol made from fermented apes? Ugh.

Do you ever play chess with martini glasses, Jon?

I never thought that, Wendell. There was plenty of suffering on M*A*S*H* - people dying or having breakdowns, the tedium, danger and overwork of military life, everyone missing their families, the awful living conditions. And everyone just wanted to go home. The whole point of the show was that the characters cut up in order to make their lives bearable. But I guess some people never did get that. My father maintains that it makes war look like a big joke.

Oh, Aperol! I do love you so!

The classic drink made with Aperol is the Venetian spritz. You can make a spritz with Aperol (bitter), Campari (bitterer) or Cynar (bitterEST!)

We went to Venice, consumed many spritzes, came home and checked every major liquor store in our area for Aperol, but there was no local distributor. Finally, we resorted to buying it online from an Italian vendor and having the "olive oil" shipped to us. Two bottles of pure orange goodness.

Ornage Swan, I get the suffering and futility and all, but I also remember that as a kid it made getting drunk look really fun.