I have five minutes, you ( yes YOU, the person reading this) obviously are either avoiding something or have nothing on your plate to even avoid, like a starving little ethiropian you are. Yes, let’s refect on the general composition of my drinks:
70/30, more known as the drink I enjoy while relaxing with friends, at around 6 pm college time, which, to translate, is about five pm normal working person time (NWPT, from hereon out). The 70/30 has the unique property—IF AND ONLY IF mixed with cran juice—of not tasting like poison while getting you fucked up.
80/20, more often known as the 10:30 (NWPT midnight) ease on into the flow potion. Usually follows about four 70/30’s, and is a natural gateway into party central.
90/10, otherwise known as shot-with-a-sip-of-chaser, as in the thing you knock back while walking out the door.
100/100, which I like to warmly call the oh-shit-its-family-time drink. Also taken liberally when I have to deal with planes.
For those of you who are either blind or blindingly stupid, this is what professionals often call a cry for help, which I like to interpret as a plea for a vacation.
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