“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.