Huh, OK. I definitely never picked her as a raised-pinky-snob, but I didn't know she was meh on the whole thing.
She just prefers NOT to taste the alcohol. She does like a margarita now and then, but she drinks like a 10th as much as I do, and I drink extremely seldom. So yeah, she's pretty meh on the whole thing. The cool part is that she doesn't seem to mind one bit if I have a little something once in awhile. There is never that "tension" like "oh, you're gonna drink so I can't have anything cause now I have to drive" bullshit.
By the way: fuck Boone's Farm, it's Cisco all the way! ;)
Oddly enough, I have no particular preference either way for those two, though I do prefer them both over mad dog 20/20. I remember a day in times past when some friends and I tried to kill ourselves by using a giant plastic planter with a hole to "bong" strawberry hill... I have pictures
You have to get past my defenses, grasshopper.
Hey look.! a kangaroo!
Whoa, hey what now? Where?
All too easy (in my best James Earl Jones voice)
Puts a smile on my face, man.
It better put your hand in your pocket for the xmas cheer beeotch ;)
Whatever I get her will be pink as a motherfucker, so I can be 78% sure you won't steal it. heheh. Actually I've been trying to find something since you two first squirted her out and I'm still hunting.
That's a pretty broad span of time there, Chester. The distance between my squirt and my wife's squirt was approximately 8 months and 2 weeks (give or take a few dozen hours or so).
I will help you out a bit though. She is currently interested in several stacks of hundred dollar bills or perhaps a pre-piad full ride to MIT or Stanford (I suppose if you are a dirty bum and don't feel like springing for one of those, UCSD will do). Unfortunately you may have an issue finding them in pink. Apparently, money is only that gay in Europe...