I regret seeing that blood covered baby so, so much. Reproduction talks hold no place in day drinking, none at all! But in other news, yay Red Stag! Normally flavored liquor is an abomination but I dearly love you mixed with some delicious sweet tea.
My first thought (before reading shegirl's warning) was a moment of disgust. But honestly, that baby really does like pretty pissed off. I'm drinking 99cent Honey Brown...I detest beer, but it's doable.
I'm drinking la fin du monde out of a proper tulip-shaped glass so that I can better smell the aromas. And it's 9% ABV. Two beers, one glass. That's just plain efficiency.
I'm drinking spiked iced tea out of a Dasani bottle because I'm too lazy to empty the dishwasher. Fuck yeah.
Fuck you and your dishwasher! I have to do them all by hand, and my room mate is conveniently always too tired to do his after a meal. I let them sit for a week once before I went batshit and cleaned them all. He's a decent person but I will be glad when he moves out Monday. My brother is moving into his spot though, that should be fun....
By hand? Fuck, I wish I had hands with which to do my dishes. I have to do them by foot. Take your whining and shove it up your ass. A fruit fly just committed suicide in my beer. A noble death if there ever was one.
Wait - get Beefy Phil to write a sonnet for you and your fruit fly. Out of iced tea. Might be time to try grandma's CC/milk concoction.
Bacon Twister? Bacon Toss? Explain, please. My Saturday mornings might have just gotten more interesting.
I'm guessing one involves playing twister...and the other one probably involves throwing pork. Just a guess.