We all know I’m a spawn of Jack Daniels. Yes, we do. So it’s going to have to take something pretty impressive for me to drink anything else. Maybe I’ve been hanging out with @thefilmo too much or maybe my obsession with pirates has reached a new level but I may have found an alternative to JD.
So what is the name of this revelation I hear you ask? That would be Sailor Jerry Rum. It’s smooth, it’s sweet and drinkable in a menacing kinda way where you only know you’ve had a little too much when your lipstick’s smeared all over your face and you have bed-head hair. Absolutely fabulous.
If you would like to know a little more about Sailor Jerry you can travel through the interwebs to here or to the official site here.
Sonja I’m-awesome-like-that Myburgh is repping this sweet, sweet nectar. So if you know her and you see her, please harass her to put Sailor Jerry on shelves everywhere. I do have it under good authority that Sailor Jerry will be available at The Shack very, very soon.
Oh the excitement.
Also, if you haven’t nominated this blog for the award thingy, please click on the link and do so. I’ll make it worth you while I swear… in a very non-sexual kinda way.
[Side note to the haters: I don’t get paid to blog about this, I do it ‘cause that’s how I roll. So hush your mouths. Dankie]
Mahala debate to follow…