Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Discreet Litter

4 comments:

Cláudia said...

Yellow hand grenade - with a straw and a smile. Looks sugary.

Bigezbear said...

Actually, the drink itself is called a "Hand Grenade". I don't know about the sugary part since I've never had one. It's a specialty drink of a certain bar on Bourbon Street. You buy it, then you're expected to walk around the French Quarter with it in your hands while sucking the concoction from a straw. Nowadays, I try not to drink while walking down the street. Public deterioration is only attractive in the young, and then only for a short duration.

Rick said...

Being allowed to drink booze while walking down the street strikes me as the height of civilization. The key word here is "walking"...

Bigezbear said...

The key word here is "walking"...

More than you know, Rick. Have you ever seen our sidewalks. Booze is the only way to maneuver them? I still believe that if I'd only had a snoot full on the Fourth of July, I never would have tumbled into that hole.

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