(24) Patrón pineapple

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I approve of drinks that taste like you could drink them with, or indeed for, breakfast. (This is something I have not done since, oh, Mardi Gras of maybe 1990, when I was drinking screwdrivers at 7am and ended up driving through Audubon Park -- a pedestrian-only park -- by accident, which please do not tell my parents because I really don't think twenty years and the arrival of middle age are enough to save me the epic grounding and/or family service projects which would ensue given that particular revelation. Still, though, I like the idea of it.) What can I say? I am a girl, and therefore entitled to drink girly drinks; it is one of the truly lovely things about being one of the ladyish persuasion.

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