Malibu Broad-ie

Work can be overwhelming. Life can get demanding. There are times when even this broad just wants to turn out the lights, hide under the cover and let a wave of Sylvia Plath depression wash all over her. Fortunately for all of us, I always get the stove part wrong and end up eating some killer pizza skins and mozzarella sticks.

But I digress.

The moral of my little story? Screw depression and instead say hello to Malibu Rum and crazy Kokomo beats.

Never disappoints. Ever.

Pleasure Rating:

I-could-suck-the-shaft-on-this-bottle-all-day-long-and-still-lick-my-lips-for-more-this-really-is-the-sweet-nectar-of-the-Gods-Courtasm!