Holy back combing, Batman!

It's a fact that I've arrived at the station in Fogeytown, and sometimes I miss out on pop culture and consumer items simply because they are marketed to a younger demographic and I'm just not paying enough attention. One of these items has recently come to my attention: Sparx, an energy drink with alcohol in it. Malt liquor that keeps you on the borderline between passing out and feeling compelled to knit lavender tuxedos for all the sumo wrestlers in Japan. The stuff makes me think of Drew Carey's Buzz Beer.

I wasn't drinking that last night, but Molly was. It was late, we were both drunk, she was also kept aloft by excessive amounts of caffeine and guarana and taurine, and somehow the subject of Amy Winehouse came up. Now, remember that Molly is a hairdresser. In fact, I'm convinced she's only dating me to get to my hair. So, you have hairdresser + alcohol + caffeine + my long hair and you get two silly-ass bitches laughing their fool heads off at 4 in the morning because of this:



They TRIED to make me go to rehab...




The elven queen will hear your requests after her daily glitter douche.