I'm drinking a Chantico.
I had one of those the other day. It was like drinking a melted candy bar. I could only manage about two ounces.
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I'm drinking a Chantico.
I had one of those the other day. It was like drinking a melted candy bar. I could only manage about two ounces.
I'm spacing it out with lots of water, but it's getting cold, and I may not finish it.
A Chantico is perfect for those days where, but for the pesky "no being drunk at work" rule, I would be 3 glasses in to a bottle of Veuve Cliquot by noon. Otherwise, it's a bit too rich.
but for the pesky "no being drunk at work" rule, I would be 3 glasses in to a bottle of Veuve Cliquot by noon.
I hate that rule.
The only thing I have left to do here is ucky. Will someone do it for me?
"Hi, Jim? I just got done with twelve years of therapy and I want to tell you what I really think of you. Beep." (There were a lot of those. The Rockford Files)
Timelies all!
I think all of the opening monologues I know have already been quoted. Ah well...
Wow.
Grump grump grump. I am so cranky right now, I don't even know. And the thought of dealing with my boss tomorrow isn't helping. He's been emailing me all fucking day about shit to do. Grrrrr.
I should have stopped for ice cream.