It reminds me of a story I just heard. Years ago, people from our church used to have an annual beach-side cookout and one man was in charge of the Watermelon - he would drill a hole in one end, pour a good part of a bottle of vodka in, plug it up while the grill got hot. After the meal, they'd cut up the watermelon for dessert. The pastor at the time was a tee-totaller, and when he got a plate of the watermelon he couldn't help remarking that it was just the finest watermelon he'd ever had!
I thought that tu, Morris, but usually they're served in flutes. Whatever, it would hit the spot right now. Maybe take away the aftertaste of Gracie's bru. BTW, where is she? She hasn't been tormenting you tonight.
That's a mimosa, I can see the tiny bubbles. It would take something a lot stronger than Champagne tu kill the taste of the candy corn. You are right tex, just the orange juice.
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