whiskey, honey and cinnamon to the drinker's best taste, since Buck always plays fast and loose with the sweet, the spicy and the boozy parts of life

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However, it's the ratio of ingredients that makes a hot toddy the perfect relaxation refresher, and we like MyUSImmigrantLife's approach: nine ounces of water, in honor of the front nine where Buck teaches Bobby about life; half a lemon, signifying the sourness of Buck's better half; and whiskey, honey and cinnamon to the drinker's best taste, since Buck always plays fast and loose with the sweet, the spicy and the boozy parts of life.

Reading this sci-fi book, autobiography of a murderous robot artist, and it has this passage on a martian dialect
Before we tackled videos of the actual Martians talking about their lives, we first had to learn their language. It was an American dialect, spoken with a North Iowa accent, but the vocabulary had undergone deep changes: Mars or Martian was now Marty, a man was a brudda or a Marty-brudda; a woman was a snap. Food was spew; dinner was grabbin the barf-bag; a car was a goodwheel or a can; whiskey was Budapest; gin was goose; beer was parthenogenesis; all amphetamine-related drugs were monkey bread; antidepressants were furze; tranquillizers were Circassian chicken; sleeping pills were weenies; cola drinks of any type were jissom; poison capsules (sold openly and quite legally in the colony) were Sylvesters; a hand-scrubbed floor was a murph; wages were greengage; racing imaginary horses was purplesnow; a message from Earth was a plywooder. Knuckle keys, for some reasons, were called wurpy.
John Sladek, "Tik-Tok"
Anyone know what the "knuckle keys" are? (ironically ChatGPT is trying to tell me they're low brass instrument parts (but seems confused if they're closer to valves or spit keys))

UPDATE: friend Matt McIrvin thinks probably something like brass knuckles, which would make sense.
VR Humor:
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I played musical lead for the pro-choice Boston Clown March, a lively counter-protest to the "Men's March". Here is a quick clip from the bandstand... us colorful clowns look to be having more fun than those drab ones.

I don't like talking about my past as much as you guys do.
Chloe in "The Big Chill"