“Oh that’s good.”
“I’m pretty sure I can’t admit that around any of my male friends. Well, probably Speaker, DonkeyPuncher and Iakaris, but not around any of my macho male friends.”
I’m not sure which was more sad, that I actually had that short conversation with myself, or with the cat, whichever you decide is less lame, or that I’m sitting here drinking a Bacardi Silver Peach.
In my defense it’s the only beer-esque thing in the house. In reality, it’s the gayest beer-esque thing since Zima with a shot of Chambord.
Don’t ask, and it wasn’t my idea.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
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6 comments:
Yeah dude, that is gay...And I did the same thing a couple weeks/months ago during a tourney that I ended up winning. Needed a beer at the second break and ended up with a Mike's Cranberry because that was all we had.
Needless to say, I ended up drinking those damn things whenever I made the second break for a couple weeks after that. What? It was good luck dammit.
If I ever drink a Bacardi Silver Peach, you have my permission to kill me.
I would never touch that stuff. Never. Do those even contain rum?
wow. i'm stunned by the peachy gayness.
I'm just going to pretend this post never occurred.
Nope, definitely didn't read this one.
ROFL! dude, even *i* wouldn't drink that!
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