I think I may need to start telling Alex that 3 shots is my limit in a tall.
This was delicious, but halfway through it got a little too strong for me and I had to add some creamer. I fail at life. I’m ashamed. I should be cast away. Kicked out. Given the boot. Shunned. Exiled. Voted off the island. Told I will not be receiving a rose. Asked to pack my knives and go. Chopped.
If they come up with anymore competition reality shows, they’re going to have to start recycling elimination catch phrases.