All this talk of Four Loko and I decided I would have an Irish coffee tonight. Speaking of, this comment cracked me up:
Spiked coffee for football watching? I picture you knocking it back while eating a Hungry Man frozen dinner on a TV tray while carrying on a conversation with Tunch.
That struck a little close to home. If El Tiburon had mentioned a bathrobe and a terrible towel, I’d be searching the house for a hidden camera.
But seriously, what is wrong with a little hooch in the coffee after a late Sunday breakfast? At least it wasn’t a mimosa.
And who doesn’t talk to their pets? I talk to all of mine. Hell, I sing to the dogs. Not to mention, Tunch is, after all, named after a Steeler, so I always make sure he is comfy on the couch and we have a pre-game pep talk before the Stillers come on.