SB stopped by the Kroger last night and picked up some margarita fixings. I bought two bottles of cheap tequila and two things of the Chichi's Strawberry Margarita mix with booze already in it. I like to add extra, motherfuckers. There's no sense in dranking candy-ass tasting shit, if you can't cop a damn buzz. My ass was tahred after working HARD all day, and I didn't feel like digging the damn frozen drink machine out and washing it up and assembling that shit, so SB had the INGENIOUS IDEA to make margaritas in the MAGIC FUCKING BULLET! Can you say EASY CLEAN-UP, people?
That fucker worked pretty good. I even made one for the neighbor kid (The kid is 25, so any pigs reading this shit, don't try and bust me for serving alcohol to minors--go fight crime, motherfucking pigs--DO YOUR DAMN JOBS AND STOP PICKING ON THE LITTLE GUY! SB is always fighting the man. I am a DEFIANT MOTHERFUCKER like my hero, Steve McQueen.).
The only drawback with the MAGIC FUCKING BULLET was a few sizeable chunks of ice that the midgety dicking device couldn't overcome. I just spooned those fuckers out and roughed it. I will sacrifice for alcohol, motherfuckers!
