Everybody secretly loves Baileys. I don’t hide the fact that I’m a big fat wussburger with cheese, and I’d proudly order a nutty Irishman (Baileys and Frangelico) or some of that creamy, liquory goodness on the rocks. Other people, not as honest and enlightened as I am, will skulk in the shadows, licking the ice cubes of others and never admitting their lust.I bought party fixin’s for St. Paddy’s day: Various liquors, beers, corned beef, potatoes, blah blah. And a bottle of regular Baileys. As I was being carded I realized that I had grabbed the new “Hint of Mint Chocolate” flavor by accident. I like mint chocolate, so no regrets. I made Irish supper (my kid hated it) and all of us decided that after the nibbler went to bed we were gonna party like it was 1999. Yeah, right. I went to bed, and the guys stayed up and … ignored all the booze I bought, but sucked down my f’in Baileys like it was coming from a D-cup boobie. Buncha posers. Wussy, pansy posers. But the stuff is fine as hell in coffee. Nothing gets me through a morning biology class like being a bitsy bit buzzed. Buy this stuff. Do it. (Schwarzenegger voice) DO IT NOW!
Snack Attack No. 19
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