No more vanilla bean, tropical breeze, baby's butt. It's time for my house to smell like a hunting lodge or a distillery.
How can your face be so pouty when you're full of delicious booze? It's party time!
When you have unicorns, duct tape, alcohol and magic on your side you really can't lose. That unicorn knows what I'm talking about, he's already had a couple.
Every morning as the holidays approach, I wish I had a little shot of whiskey to get me started. Thanks, early Santa!
I'll get tipsy with Hello Kitty any day! Do you think she'd bust out a few juicy secrets about Chococat and Badtz-Maru?