Quiet! There’s a whale in trouble!
I’d been wondering why I, the alcoholic savant, had been unable to throw ‘em back like I used to without falling flat asleep after two or three cocktails. Then I realized, it was because I’d been foolishly going the healthy route, and using diet soda- and sugar free mixers.
How gauche.
So I switched it up, and used cranberry juice, Orangina, and what have you, and was rewarded with an extra five pounds. But I did have a rather euphoric buzz for what it was worth.
Why is it easier to walk up a hill backwards than it is forwards?
Whenever I go through the Mission, I see a half dozen hotties that blow my mind. Why, why, why?
