The other day, I was at a steakhouse, seeing how much prime rib I can suck down before I actually start to sweat au jus, when I noticed two enormous bikers sitting at a table next to me. Typically, this wouldn't be a big deal. I expect to see bikers at a steakhouse. What was odd is that they were both drinking large, neon colored margaritas, complete with fruit spears. I suppose it takes a big man to order a girly drink...and that's where this came from. Now who wants to nurse some lemon drops?
4 comments:
Hahaha. I'll take a lemon drop!
Make that two good Sir
Quinn, we never went out and got appletinis during college. This will have to be fixed, and Mr. Murray, you are invited, of course.
Thank you for beiing you
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