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Home For The Holidays [Monday 20 Dec 2010 at 08:01 pm]
Raiding my parents' liquor cabinet is like dating a nun.

Flavored vodka, cheap tequila, blended scotch, mint liqueur, pink wine. And so forth. My parents are twelve years old.

How about a little Glenlivet, some pleasant Chianti, a touch of dark brown rum without "spices," or maybe a good old bottle of gin? No such luck.

This alcohol is the alcohol I would buy if my sole purpose in purchasing alcohol were to seduce fifteen year old girls.

[User Picture]From: zanthinegirl
Tuesday 21 Dec 2010 at 05:28 pm (UTC)
My folks don't drink at all, but I feel you pain in a coffee sense. My dad really liked weak coffee. And he adored flavored creamers! ::shudders::
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[User Picture]From: owenthurman
Tuesday 21 Dec 2010 at 11:00 pm (UTC)
My grandma drank several cups with powdered non-dairy creamer every day. It's made entirely of industrial chemicals from factories in New Jersey. I think it's technically a petroleum mineral product more than a food.
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[User Picture]From: zanthinegirl
Tuesday 21 Dec 2010 at 11:36 pm (UTC)
::shudders at powdered non-dairy creamer::
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