Bimbo Beer - A peculiar clear microbrew that was known to lower inhibitions and increase sensitivity of erogenous zones, with stories out there that consuming it remolds the body and lowers your intelligence as you ingest it, and is said once you ingest enough of it, one can simply absorb it through the skin, and rumors float around the internet that objects saturated with enough of the brew, like clothes, could even change if in contact with one inebriated with enough of the beer. Whether or not any of this is true or urban legend is the stuff of the dark web...
"Make me pay alimony will she..." a lightly slurred voice says. Dr. Kenneth McDavers fumbled with his keys, finding just the right ones to unlock the front door to his ex-wife's house. The now divorced ex-husband was visibly irate he had lost the protracted divorce settlement, one his lawyer had promised would go his way, but evidence of his drinking, infidelity, and general misogyny, along with him trying to hide finances, sunk his case.
*CLICK* The tumblers turns and let the general douchebag of a man into his former adobe, his ex-wife not yet having a chance to get his keys and/or change her locks.
"This is MY HOUSE!!" he declares to the empty abode, knowing all it's residents were out for the next several hours. He carries with him a crate to the kitchen, setting it next to the table. "This'll put that bitch of my wife in her place..." He unloads several small kegs of the eponymous spirits of this narrative, along with several beer bottles that, unless you had a very clever eye, couldn't tell were forgeries, filled with the same liqueur in the kegs, a satchel of syringes, and a small glass.
He primes each keg, then begins filling the glass, to which he uses to fill the syringes. He then opened the refrigerator and pulled out all the milk, juice, soda, energy drinks, and other drinkable liquids in there. He also rounded up the various bottles of water and other liquids sitting out, recalling carefully where they sit with his eidetic memory, then begins to inject beer-filled syringes into the bottles of beverages, the clear alcohol blending seamlessly into the liquids they were being transplanted into. The angry doctor wanted to be sure his ex ingested this brew in some form, making sure to spike everything he could with plenty of Bimbo Beer.
He then realized if somehow during all this she got wise to her spiking he'd need a backup plan, and remembered she was a Type-2 diabetic, so he sunk to a further low and added trace amounts of Bimbo Beer to all the insulin in the fridge.
"Excellent. If all goes well, my bitch ex should be a cum-guzzling slut by the time the weekend's over, and I'll be back in my house, as I should." he packs up his tools and puts everything back where it went, and casually strolls out, knowing she won't be back home for another hour or so.
However, this candidate for creep of the year was so lost in his rage towards his ex he had completely forgot she also had won sole custody of their three daughters, and they also lived there, which meant they also stood a chance of drinking the spiked liquids as well, and some of that insulin - it also happened to belong to his middle daughter Melissa, who was a Type-1 diabetic. Oh well. To be honest, Ken here didn't really care for his k1ds anyhow. They're part of the reason he was paying alimony to begin with, not to mention they didn't respect him the way he WANTED him to...
======Hours Later======
No trace of Ken's crime was left in the home as Laura sat in her living room with Karen, her best friend and a fellow co-worker from the law firm she worked at. Her youngest daughter Vivian was watching cartoon in the den, while tomboy middle daughter Melissa was glad her bedroom was on the first floor; tonight she normally would be playing for her high school's soccer team but broke her leg a week ago during a different game - she won the game though with that sliding kick, so that was something. Only eldest daughter Rose was not there at the time being, fulfilling her role as member of the high school cheerleading squad.
As Laura was kicking off her shoes to relax, whom was first to crack open the fridge and get some of the spiked contents?
Wed Oct 28 11:37:00 2015
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