Well, for one thing, you take some time away from the computer.
—Not that walking through the rain and the snow isn’t also a sacrifice—it’s just that, well, it’s sunny and mid-eighties here, and I’ve already made it through a pitcher of lime daiquiries. So that ain’t gonna wash.
Coincidentally, I feel like a part of me is dying. But I’m pretty sure that’s the heat.
Are you feelin’ like a part of you is dyin’?
I believe you can find the answer in her eyes. If you’d just look…
Ooh you’ve got a way.
EwwwOhhooho I,
I just died in thighs tonight,
It must’a been something I ate,
I couldn’t walk awaaaaaaaay,
I couldn’t walk away.
T/W A shot of lime makes anything taste even better.
8am daiquieries huh? Sounds like a good weekend kickoff to me. Except for the whole daiquiries thing. Honestly, you have to admit it makes you feel a little less like a man just typing it; let alone putting it in your mouth.
Whatever happened to whiskey, scotch, and beer? Wait, don’t tell me you’re one of those metrosexual types…
You go boy!
No, really, just go.
So, do you drink them in 10cc portions?
I applaud your choice of Daquiris for weather such as you describe. As we all know, pina coladas are for getting caught in the rain.
Mmm, daquiris. The breakfast of champions. Far better than talking oatmeal.
daquiris?
Bacardi, Coke, limes.
Waiting.
TW: based on what I’ve heard, I’m waiting, but I may be late.
Enough of this “Daiquiri” not being a manly drink…Real men invented the Daiquiri. Real men drink Daiquiris. And really real men drink daiquiris at 8am.
Daiquiri history:
The military is so proud of its historical role in developing the daiquiri the Army Navy Club has a historical marker in their bar detailing this history. So Jeff be a proud American and drink up. It is your duty.
TW: “United” … enough said.
The above does not apply to frozen daiquiris. If you drink frozen daiquiris then you probably Andrew Sullivan’s bitch.
Just be glad he didn’t name it after himself, or you would be drinking a frozen Cox.
Not that there is anything wrong with that.
TW:Sun
is in my eyes
Forecast – sunglasses
You married a wise woman –
tw: Enjoy yourself
Daquiris? Will there be dismantling later?
Great! When’s the tea dance?
Put de lime in de coconut…….wait, that’s for bellyaches. We’re looking to get hammered here.
Channelling Harry Nilsson….
Cox? Sailors? Sweaty mens in caves? Thanks for setting us…er…straight about the manliness of daiquiris.
But I will vouch for the manliness of a daiquiri made with 151 and a shot of Jagermeister.
Everyone knows that real mean drink White Russians…
or Harley Oil…
151?? Woo-hoo.
Next step, Everclear.
Yingling Lager, here.
Or single malt scotch.
tw: member. Let’s not get into the member clouting thing, again.
Crown Royal Special Reserve over crushed ice. Mmmmmm……smooth like a criminal.
Everclear!? Rather just stick my head under the spigot on the still… or rubbing alchohol.
If it’s mixed it better have Captain’s and Coke… in that order.
Real men drink JP4. While smoking a cigar.
Do you realize what the street price is of all this snow!?!
Hooray Beer!
If you like Everclear, I’ve got a treat for you. Grind up a dime bag and put it in a bottle of Everclear. Store the bottle away for about 4-6weeks and give it a good shake everyday. Somehow, pure grain alcohol activates THC like baking does (marijuana normally has to be heated to produce a high–eating it raw just makes you ill), and the resulting tincture is quite…interesting. Add a little to some Red Bull and it’s on.
Bookers. Straight up.
The smoothest way to get from vertical to horizontal without remembering the trip afterwards.
Daiquiris give me heartburn, although that may be due to the cheeseburgers and cheesecake.
Totally OT:
Gutfield’s on a roll. The true hilarity is in comments, though.
CLICK
SB: west
of Aden
I’ve already made it through a pitcher of lime daiquiries
Yah, somehow I don’t see booze and blogging mixing that well…
Lets see now, how does it go?…..
Chew the lemon wedge, snort the salt, and throw the tequila shot over your shoulder?
Or something like that?
I was booooorn to lick your body….
My brother makes this moster eggnog with lighter fluid…
Damn, I read that one wrong the first time.
Hooters – Straight out.
TW: The last time I saw pare ass, her heart was light and gayyyyyy….
(Note to Jeff: If you think you’ve effectively distracted the peanut gallery with this booze diversion, wherin we go off and get slooshed, forgetting about the non-dancing shell weasle – Think again…)
“Do you realize what the street price is of all this snow!?!”
You’d make a fine little helper. What is your name?
Daiquiris? In Colorado? Man, if I were in Colorado, I believe that I’d be enjoying a Fat Tire Ale or three on a day as fine as it sounds to be out there. I’ve been trying to find the stuff on the east coast, but you guys hog all of it to yourselves.
If I weren’t recovering from having my wisdom teeth yanked out, I’d be enjoying a nice Wild Turkey over crushed ice, but instead, it is antiseptic mouth rinse and Percocet for me. Mmmmmmmmmm!
Booze.
When it’s hot out.
Booze with ice.
I was born to love you
I was born to lick your face
I was born to rub you
But you were born to rub me first
Man, Cindy Morgan. Whew.
OK, reverie over. Talisker, crushed ice, rainwater. You ever see a Communist drink a glass of water, Mandrake?