There is no greater drunk than Florida drunk.
Sandy, sweaty, salty, and overheated. Plus, you may or may not be in a bikini/banana-hammock.
Hello, my darling lushes!
Grog and I would love to give you a sobering introduction to the newest member of our silly band of drunken writers…
Please give a long, raucous and inappropriate welcome to:
Rummytummy, our new resident drunkard!
Why, hello there. 😉
He’s here to take the hit to his liver in the hours when Grog and I are recuperating. You didn’t think we’d leave you all down just ‘coz we’re hungover, didja?
(Cause if you did, that’s just rude, okay? We talked about this, and I thought we understood one another, but I guess that’s just not the case. We will discuss this when we get HOME.)
Please give him a sloshy welcome to the team, and raise your glasses in a toast for many more drunken escapades to come!
Happy National Tequila Day! Show your livers how much cha really hate ‘em.
Keep it fuzzy,
How the fuck is it 4:30pm and I’m just learning that it’s National Tequila Day?!
This photo is just a PEEK at the Tequila collection I have at home. I basically have a full wet bar. It’s bad but it’s oh soooo good.
It’s going down tonight, my friends. Stay tuned.
P.S. Tomorrow is National I’ll-Never-Drink-Tequila-Again Day. Welcome to Hangover City!