|
Peter and I are expanding!!!!
Now, I don't want to turn this into some girly-owwww-I-just-got-knocked-up-let-me-tell-you-about-the-size-of-my-fundus blog. I know...you'll thank me later.
What I have decided, though, is that I will focus instead on more of my irrational behavior and extreme bitchiness to which Peter is starting to get accustomed to with some lamentations about cigarrettes and alcohol....which is mostly to blame for my current predicament.
So, since I have been told by upper management at work that I am only allowed one rant a day, I believe it only apprope that I include that as a loverly feature of my blog.....ONE BITCH A DAY....
Let's see, today would be the poll...what the hell exactly do you mean by a mixer, because I'm a girl? Real women do not drink "mixers" or anything with an umbrella in it. AND they don't hang out with girls that shout across the bar..."Owww! That is such a cute drink...what is it?" Real women will drink beer...in the bottle. Why? Easy.
A)The label holds WAY too much amusement for those lonely poor souls that are either abandoned by their friends or waiting for them. Can you get the entire label off without ripping or tearing it? That my friend is called...being at one with your beer. (More commonly known as condensation has released the adhesive from the back of the paper).
B)If you order me a beer, I can easily down it and leave your silly ass behind or the beer behind...if need be. I suppose you could down a Cosmo pretty fast, but a Marquiritta or Daquiri? Hell no! That's precious rum in there, baby! It's not going anywhere...fast...but up. Besides, you've never heard of anyone doing a Rum Bong, and there is a reason for that.
C)Okay...I heart beer.
okay...that was a poor excuse for a rant, but I seem to be having a pretty rational day...I'm sure the Stevenson will piss me off tomorrow or the car will implode or someone at McDonald's will speak to me in a condescending tone and I'll want to rip through the speakers and kill them...it's only a matter of 48 hours and estrogen, folks.
Oh yeah...here's a great shot of a shotgun wedding folks! Try and guess why!
 Powered by AkoComment 2.0! |
