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>In article >,
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>>That root beer float was the most revolting thing I've seen in my life, and
>>since I've found Snadra, that's saying something.
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>>Just had to add, what in the world makes her think chocolate dipped pretzels
>>are a good idea in a root beer float.
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>All I can say is (avert your eyes if you're the sensitive type) HOLY MOTHER OF
>****!
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>A "root beer float" that includes root beer, actual beer, and
>cherry-chocolate-chip ice cream? That's all I need to hear; the
>chocolate-dipped pretzels are positively sane in comparison.
Especially since they (pretzel sticks) are strategically placed to poke you in
the eye when you try to drink that abomination.
Hubby and I watched yesterday. His comment: Bitch seriously likes to drink,
doesn't she? Why does she try to cook? Why doesn't she just re-name the show
"Semi Homemade Drinks" or "I'm a no talent lush?"
The sound guys were trying to drown her out at the end when she was showing her
tablescape. When I was at college (George Mason University) the guys across the
hall from me had one whole wall of their living room covered in beer cans. I
have no idea how they stuck them to the walls, though I have a feeling that it
involved duct tape. They had a little card taped to a can, like you would see
under a picture in a museum that told the reader how many beer cans there were,
and the approximate value of all of the beer.
As funny, and tacky, as that was it wasn't as tacky as say...telling people to
print recipes on beer bottle labels and giving them as party favors, or having
a coaster bookay.
My neighbors were 18 year old college guys. What's Sandy's excuse??
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