It’s a Shirley Temple of Doom kinda evening.
“Maker’s Mark, ginger ale and what you must describe to the server as “a metric shit ton of cherries.”
I’m pretty sure I’ll be ordering more than one of these on the ship next week. Mostly because they’ll give you two lobsters for dinner if you want.
So. You know. They won’t miss a metric shit ton of cherries.
I’m pretty sure I’ll be ordering more than one of these on the ship next week. Mostly because they’ll give you two...
give me that right this instant.