Sure, large, icy Bombay Sapphire and tonics with lime got through me the sweatyhot summer of '07. But these cocktails can be dangerous. And they could have been a factor in The Biggest Black Hole of Judgement Ever Exemplified By Dude After a Second Date:She's a Great Girl. I Had a Great Time. I Think I'll Send Her an Unsolicited Picture Phone Shot of My Aroused Man Stuff.
(YES, it was the first time I had seen it. YES, it was small. NO, I haven't deleted it. YES, it's been seen by the entire office and more)
Oh, well. I never saw that coming! Literally. Phew! Dodged a bullet. And here I thought he had potential! He graduated from a NESCAC school for crying out loud!
Sigh. What an asshole.
But I digress. There's a refreshing November chill in the air, yo. Finally. And that means it's time for some Jameson's. So, bring it. Bring. It. On.
And enjoy.
Cheers! Rather, Sláinte!
And if under the influence of this delicious caramel nectar of the gods should you ever decide to send me a dirty picture via your cellphone, decide again, won't you? Keep your junk to yourselves, yo. That is, unless I ask for it*. Thanks.
*I won't ask.
