I like Red Bull
OK. This is getting ridiculous. First I had to come clean that I couldn’t remember my own phone number. That felt so good that a few weeks later I out-ed myself about never recycling. Somehow, that inspired me to head back to the confessional to admit I was getting made-over courtesy of the Fab 5.
While these posts are cathartic and (in my opinion) some of my funnier posts, they’re starting to occur with greater frequency. If I keep this increased pace, I’m going to have to start a “Confessional” category.
Which leads me to my most startling and difficult confession yet:
For whatever reason, I decided I would do a side by side comparison. I bought a can of delicious nectar and a can of the toro rojo. I had one in the morning and the other in the afternoon. After pealing myself off the ceiling, I realized that the toro rojo is really, really good.
In fact, it’s so good that I’ve tried to hide it, but I was risking being out-ed, so I had to come clean. I’ve been buying toro rojo for a couple of days. I was wrong. She was right. Damn.
But I’m a big boy. I can admit when I am wrong. So there…I said it. I was wrong. She was right.
Now, do you think I can get some freebies, C??