THIS AGAIN? Ok, I am in the bathroom again and there is more scratching. Piggy just came in here and stared at the tub for a full minute cocking her head from side to side. I might need to get under the house. Id send el husband but he is too goddamn big. I wonder if the dog would be willing to go?
What the shit. I never knew about the different Girl Scout cookie versions. I feel cheated. But right now I feel so pukey nothing sounds very good, not even deliciously chilled Thin Mints. Boooo hissss
Those kinda remind me of Andes which I LOVE. Anytime a restaurant has them I want to stuff my purse full of them.
I'm not a big fan of mint unless it's in a cocktail. I also don't have a sweet tooth. ... But I swear those fucking things are made of crack. They are SO good. And there's no shortage of them up here, like Pot Of Gold it's wonderful middle-brow chocolate. Their home is Halifax. Thank them.
My brother worked at Olive Garden in high school and would bring home boxes worth of Andes mints. There is one that's been laying on the ground at my gym for weeks, daring me to eat it.
I thought the only people who liked mint flavored drinks were 75 year old women and effeminate Southern men in white linen suits.
Ummm.....did you also once eat a shit sandwich and blame the bread? Abneretta, you are my gin twin. hugs and kisses.
I can see why someone wouldn't like gin. Every time I drink it straight out of the bottle between swigs of beer I wake up with a wicked hangover.
Gin was my poison of choice. Sapphire on the rocks, with an occasional bottle of hendricks or more expensive gin mixed in if I got it as a gift. It is heavenly. The aroma, flavor, the subtle bite and warming feeling. I don't really miss drinking, toward the end the hangovers just weren't (and still aren't) worth it. But holy shit to I miss my gin. Even when I got absolutely smashed on it, the hangovers from gin just felt like a mild sinus headache. RIP.
I'm not a huge fan of gin, but I can see the appeal. I used to think it was disgusting, but it turns out that I had just tried bottom shelf gin in college. Whomp whomp.
Gin was sent to us by The One True God so that we might have the tiniest glimpse of heaven while still attached to this ephemeral existence, and anyone who says otherwise is simply uncultured swine. And a Communist. In fact I'm calling myself Inspector Hendricks for now on. Why NO I haven't been drinking, you curs!!!
My people! I emptied my bottle of Hendricks last night and nobody understood why I was so sad about it. Also, I tried both of the Thin Mints and the ones I'm used to are definitely the best. The other version just isn't minty enough.