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Irish ingenuity.


Recognizing that alcohol is a depressant, impairing ones' ability to curse, fight and fuck, James Sheridan created a drink that would both give you a decent swig of booze and a jolt of caffeine.

That was a long sentence. Better?

Irish Coffee, in the style of San Francisco's Buena Vista.

Inspired by Miss Kendra.

This entry was posted on Friday, March 17, 2006 at 5:00 PM. You can skip to the end and leave a response.

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5:36 PM

that drink looks tastey... too bad st.patty's day is already over.    



5:42 PM

For you, maybe.

We're on the other side of the world.

But you're one day closer to Spring.    



5:49 PM

we are actually one day closer to winter..
I wonder if I could pull of St.Patty's day 2.0    



6:10 PM

Miss Kendra does every morning.    



6:37 PM

Alcohol inhibits fucking ability? Not the guys I've been....never mind.    



9:54 PM

My father scalded his foot with the corned beef and my sister was late because her drunk ass husband forgot to pick her up from work.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!    



10:16 PM

If we lose this game, I am holding you personally responsible.    



10:16 PM

Not you, Ubie.    



11:12 PM

I love to be held. Responsibly.    



11:12 PM

And you did lose.    



11:12 PM

Soundly.    



11:12 PM

Not to rub it in, or anything.    



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