alco-pops 10 years later

one dark night in furio clit, i took the hound out for a walk and came home swinging a 21st century version of the bacardi breezer. jasmine was understandably horrified. i tried to explain it was a throwback to my late 1990s london years when i was a teetotaler and was experimenting with the "idea" of alcohol.
needless to say my nanu-second of nostalgia was tipped down the drain. afterall, we had a nice bottle of wine, the perfect accompaniment to whatever we were eating.