You do, don't you? i guess that means that someone does. Last week, i drank whiskey because i had a tooth ache that made me seriously consider suicide. Anycraps, i was drinking it and wondering how it was that i drank this all the time when i was younger. i was gagging on it.
Now, i am a Bailey's on ice kind of gal, maybe a beer when it's hot outside and i have to be in it. i'm sure all of this is just sooooo very interesting to everyone but it's the bar right? There has to be that one person who winds up dancing on the bar, fighting for keys, crying then arguing- only to end up telling everyone they love them...
I'll take a Skippy Shooter: 1 part Bailey's 1 part Ammaretto 1 part Frangelico 1 part Kahlua Topped with a splash of Rumpleminze for fresh breath. Can be made layered for the fancy-schmancy, or mixed over ice and poured straight up....
Yummy.. the Rumpleminze is optional, BTW.
Follow that up with whatever tooty-fruity, swizzle stick umbrella drink you like, and keep them coming, in random order.. I like to experiment.
You can stop the drinks when I pass out, or make a pass at ya... LOL whichever comes first... Though I bet you can guess which it would be.... LOL
Stolen Quote, unknown origin: "Real eyes realize real lies."
See all my poems at my own forums. I also have a developer's diary forum titled Musings there, feel free to stop in and see what I'm working on, or request a dev journal of your own.
You sing, and your voice peels the husk of the day's grain, your song with the sun and sky, the pine trees speak with their green tongue: all the birds of the winter whistle.
The sea fills its cellar with footfalls, with bells, chains, whimpers, the tools and the metals jangle, wheels of the caravan creak.
But I hear only your voice, your voice soars with the zing and precision of an arrow, it drops with the gravity of rain, your voice scatters the highest swords and returns with its cargo of violets: it accompanies me through the sky.