No more vanilla bean, tropical breeze, baby's butt. It's time for my house to smell like a hunting lodge or a distillery.
I prefer my margaritas on the rocks instead of blended but I'll take what I can get.
Fruitcake, I think we can all agree, is not a tasty treat. But if you distill the booziness and the cakiness and turn it into a jelly shot, I can get behind it.
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?