A vile drink

I keep thinking I should try it, but when it comes down to it, I’d rather just drink. I’m throwing a luau today; mai tais, hawaiian food (vaguely hawaiian, anyway), hawaiian music.

No, I’m not gonna roast a fucking pig. I keep thinking I should try it, but when it comes down to it, I’d rather just drink.

I’m throwing a luau today, for my daughter’s 7th birthday; mai tais, hawaiian food (vaguely hawaiian, anyway), hawaiian music around the pool.

My goal for the day – don’t kill anyone. Because, you know, it could happen. Rum makes a man crazy, sometimes. And almost without exception, I’m armed with sharp, pointy things.

     “it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels.” — Elizabeth Swann

It’s true, and I must say, any ladies of age who choose to show up in bikinis had better watch out. There’s no question, no question at all, that I’m feeling my inner scoundrel today; and that’s just the coffee so far. When we add ol’ demon Rum to the mix, watch out.

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