When I make the perfect french press in the morning.
That dude has the look of, “I’m popping the question over hot cocoa & a carriage ride in Central Park, unless of course I can get someone else to pay for an elaborate proposal.”, written all over him.
can’t wait for the toothless response post from jezebel
Phenomenal idea & hope it’s successful. I mean, how often am I positive about anything? Lend your support.
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As Tom entered the dining room at his girlfriend’s home, he felt a surprising chill run down his spine. While recognizing a few faces, he was taken aback by the seemingly large amount that he did not. His uneasiness would only grow, as he was seated next to an uncle that no one seemed happy to see & another man who was preoccupied with the cutlery that would be used to carve the turkey. As he sipped his wine, he thought he heard & felt the faint sound of a drumbeat. There also seemed to be the unmistakable cries of terror, from beyond even the kids table. He found it surprising that the only food that was passed to him were the cranberries(the real kind!).
Suddenly, before he could reach for his cellphone, he felt cold steel against his neck & realized when he was told that it was no big deal when he went out drinking with his friends the weekend before, it had been a lie. The last minute invite to Thanksgiving dinner had been an elaborate & treacherous ruse. A song began to play…
I was once banned from a girlfriend’s family outings because someone handed me a Corona(w/lime) at a Labor Day BBQ & I knocked it out of their hands while giving the Dikembe Mutombo finger wag.
The following Thanksgiving was a bit lonely.
1. Bourbon. 2. Bourbon, rocks. 3. Bourbon, water.
if one were hiring a bartender and wanting to offer signature cocktails at an event, what interesting but not insanely hard-to-make craftsman cocktails would one offer?
Next up in this series: “The Pain I Felt While My Wife Recovered from Her Hysterectomy.”
Burn. it. to. the. ground.