Hosting Thanksgiving dinner isn’t easy — say thanks with an alcoholic offering that’s got more personality and backbone than a simple bottle of red
A Bloody Mary filled with alcohol that tastes like fast food, and is garnished with even more fast food? Yes, please
At some point, the entire world latched on to the saying as a way to winkingly excuse their 11 a.m. negroni. Who birthed this monstrosity, and why won’t country stars stop crooning it?
Leave me alone. I’m totally fine to squat these 500 pounds