Ginger Beer is addictive.
No really, it is.
Ok solid hard, concrete proof. When I was little, I hated that stuff. It was bitter and bubbly and burnt my throat and people called it root beer. It was, for lack of a better word, disgusting.
Then, I re-tried it a few years ago; it wasn't an instant love, it was just ok. But as it is with all addictions, I found myself loving it more and more.
And now I'm addicted. I guess I should be glad it's not drugs or alcohol I'm addicted to. But really, Ginger Beer?
It's just so gooooooood...*takes gulp of Ginger Beer* its ok i've only had two today..
It's like shopping, or watching Lord of the Rings..(uh forget I ever said that one)
You know the worst thing?
I get Ginger Beer cravings.
GINGER BEER CRAVINGS!
I ask you.
You know there's something wrong with your life when you get cravings for Ginger Beer.
GINGER BEER GODDAMNIT.
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