Thirsty Thursday


Actually, this photo was taken the night of my class reunion. To celebrate our youth and lack of responsibility to drink whilst underage, the food table adorned with none other than three bottles of Boone's Farm Wine: Kool-aid with a slight buzz attached.
Naturally, your's truly had to pose with a bottle. The Strawberry Hill flavor had mysteriously vanished. So, here I am with watermelon flavor. I think it's somewhat fitting considering the model.

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  1. AnonymousAugust 2, 2008 at 12:13 AM

    So, what you're saying is that there IS and upside to living in K3 again?

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  2. AnonymousAugust 2, 2008 at 12:15 AM

    Er -- "...IS an upside..."

    Nothing spoils a joke like a typo.

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  3. AnonymousAugust 2, 2008 at 7:21 PM

    Do you know me? I have to deal with bloggers, silly men in laundromats, and irresistable beauty. That's why I carry one of these!

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  4. MarissaAugust 2, 2008 at 7:30 PM

    Rick, I have learned to find an upside to everything and everywhere I go... sometimes I feel upside down, but ... well, you know.

    Mike F. TOO FUNNY! I think that bottle could do some serious damage as weaponry.

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  5. The CDMAugust 4, 2008 at 10:45 AM

    Boone's Farm...Oh...no...you...di'int! I just had a flashback and it's still funny today.

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  6. Frank MarcopolosAugust 6, 2008 at 6:23 PM

    yum yum.

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  7. MarissaAugust 7, 2008 at 7:22 AM

    I don't ever really recall drinking Boone's Farm. I do know I sipped on T.J. Swann, though. All of it's relatively the same thing. ACK!

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