Good news, everyone, I found out how to make my favourite shooter and everyone gets one come Christmas. If I can somehow endeavour to make a vegan version of it, I'll be even happier for Meaghan's sake. It's called a blowjob. I don't think I'll tell the imbibees that, though. Here's the recipe. *note. All participants must be of legal age. Responsibility=cooler than pogs.
anywho...AHEM. Anywho. Layer in this order. Drink with no hands.
1/2 oz mint schnapps
1/2 oz baileys
whipped cream
chocolate curl.
On a different tangent, I spent the night debating the possibility of living in a garage next year. As far back as I can recall, I have always enjoyed planning out such things in minute detail. I did tonight...I figure that I could do it, too. Rent in Toronto is insane. Renting a room can be equal to the cost of Desi and Meag's entire apartment. Garages go for 75-150 dollars a month.
I also would like a dog. Me being the unwise girl I am, I spent like an hour tonight on the Toronto and Peterborough Humane society's websites. Heartstrings. Tugging. A dog would be great to go planting with. I dream in technicolour, at least for this year.
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when I grow up... these thinks will be vegan.
aaaand my sister will update three times a day so I always have something new to read.
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