3-for-1 Special! 

My Megan is here today, and she bought my liquor! 

Also because variety is the spice of life, we got 3 different kinds of Vodka coolers! 

Snapple Spiked Peach Tea Vodka, Snapple Spiked RaspCherry Vodka, and Mike’s Hard Orange Cream Soda

A trifecta of deliciousness​
As something​different, and because I didn’t remember to post until after almost 2 tallboys, I’m going to interview Megan and get her opinion! 

R- So Megan, you’ve tried all three beverages, which one was your favourite, and why?

M- Well I like the RaspCherry one. It wasn’t carbonated, and so it was a little bit lighter than some other things. Also it was Raspberry, and Raspberry is delicious! 

R- Did you have a least favourite?

M- No, I liked them all

R- That’s not really an answer; are you moonlighting as a politician?

M- Ummmmm. Yupp. For reals yo. What kind of question is that? 

R- Just sayin’ that you didn’t​ really answer my question

M- I answered it just fine! Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go check the cheesecake!

I do mind actually. Except that I don’t, and can’t fucking wait for this delicious cheesecake. 

Peace. 

~R

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Fuck Easter. 

Every year there is inevitably a rant about Easter. 

The commercialization of it, the fucking extra day the government/banks feel they’re entitled to, and, let’s not even get me going on the Christians-taking-Pagan-holidays-and-suddenly-having-something-WAY-MORE-IMPORTANT-happen. 

Full disclosure on that last bit though; I know basically nothing about Jesus. But the fact that the day he was crucified is called Good Friday has always seemed just a touch ironic. 

This year my issue lies with when the Easter Bunny makes his appearance. 

Why does he come Saturday night? 

Why not Sunday night? It makes more sense from a there’s-a-whole-other-day-to-fill point of view. 

Unless of course Easter Monday is really just a ploy so that the banks and government offices can get another day off. Probably to escape from Zombie Jesus. 

Jesus was a Zombie, right? Or did I misunderstand the whole Rising on the Third Day thing? Because that’s definitely a possibility. Again though, I know almost nothing about Jesus. 

Except that whole water into wine bit. That I know about, and would really like to figure out how he managed to pull it off. Can you even imagine how lucrative that could be? 

I’d start a business where people bring me water bottles and I work my Voodoo and they pay me lots of dollars! 

Customer- “Why can’t you do a Merlot?”

Me- “A: Red is too inconspicuous, and B: I don’t know how. White or nothing, Lady.” 

Wow, this has totally gone off in another direction. I’m actually kind of impressed at the random garbage that spews out of my head sometimes! 

~R

Losing my shit

Yesterday I took my engagement ring off to have a shower, and when I got home last night it was gone. 

Clearly, as a result of this I spent the entire day freaking the fuck out. 

When Adrian got home, he was promised a reward if he found it while I was at work. 

Well. 

I got a text tonight at work that someone is owed a BJ and I can stop stressing out! 

As it turns out, it was basically right where I left it. Just underneath a bottle cap. 

Good times. 

~R