f it'd happened to me, either my mom would have owned that school, or he would have been nicknamed "Lefty" from that point onward.
heh. my mom would have owned his
ass.
I rarely took sick days, my mom was actually kind of a bitch about it. I remember one day my dad came into my room, I told him that I didn't feel well. He said "okay, you're practically an adult, you can decide if you're too sick to go to school." Great, back to sleep. My mom comes in a little later and starts yelling at me. I say that dad said i could stay home, and she said she didn't care, I had to go.
Not much different from vodka & Red Bull, I'd think. Not having had either mixer, I could be talking out of my ass.
Red Bull and vodka = yummy.
Like alcoholic Flintstones.
Red Bull and vodka = yummy.
it's not yummy, but if you're out on a Friday for happy hour and you're tired, there's nothing better :)
In that situation, as in so many, I go for Irish coffee.
When I was in college, my best friend's dad took us out for hot Benedictine brandy and coffee. "Because you get drunk, but you're still wide awake!" Man, that was nasty.
B&B and coffee is my dad's favorite thing to have after a nice dinner out. Add a dessert, and he's happy as can be.
Dammit! When I took Polgara to dinner for her birthday, we had this lovely sake and I thought I'd memorised the name, but upon google, it doesn't seem that "Tamade" is right.
Grr. I suck at being good at wines. I wish I didn't, but my brain doesn't keep that info. Yet, I remember Ciroc from one glass weeks before.
B&B and coffee is my dad's favorite thing to have after a nice dinner out.
Does he make them heat it up? That was really the odd part.
