Well, okay, not really. I’m not sure if I’d consider frequent consumption of five-dollar bottles of Andre as “evolved,” but it sure is pretty awesome. The great thing about champagne is that it gets you a happy sort of drunk, like the bubbles in Willy Wonka’s Fizzy Lifting drink (minus nearly careening into a ceiling fan with Grampa Joe). Whilst on champagne, I am a sophisticated gentleman of leisure, enjoying the company of others while contributing pearls of wisdom to intellectual conversations. Actually, I do the Axl Rose dance a lot and high-five people for no reason.
Friday, May 16, 2008
at 10:35 AM Posted by GHABB,Y~!
The history of my alcoholic tendencies has progressed like the evolution of
It started with dirty Natty Ice at fraternity parties (my Australopithecus phase), became somewhat more upright with my “Yuengling or Sam” phase, straightened its back a little more with my “British beers or ciders only” epoch, and has most recently reached its most evolved state of development yet: Man. . Champagne