I believe it's in Cannery Row where the group of vagrants and hobos go to the local bar every night and get a slop bucket of all the puddles of liquor left in glasses from the previous night. Steinbeck describes it as an interesting mix and they'd always get a slightly different flavor depending on what the crowd ordered that night. But at the end of the day, it's not a cocktail anyone would order.

It's fun to be an internet hobo drinking twitter's slop bucket, but if I'm going to spend money, I'm buying the cocktail I want.

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