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I'm still trying to come to terms with why he kept calling it a "cup of...". I've got images of him drinking shitty wine in a plastic beaker thinking he's The Man.
I mean for the flying spaghetti monster's sake white zinfandel? It's a white wine tying to be a rose and failing at both. Captain Morgan? Oh dear.
I think I had more alcohol, and better alcohol, in the first 45 minutes I spent at the pub last night.
Lets see, here's my list.
3 pints of Stella Artois.
3 pints of Double Hop (5% dark ale)
2 measures of Macallan 10 year sherry cask edition.
Then to my mate's house for
3 cans of Kronenbourg
2 glasses Black Tower Pinot Grigio
some doobies.
Yeah I mixed my drinks but so what.
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