My cocktail of choice (but certainly not the only one to cross these lips of mine) is Captain Morgan and Diet Coke, aka “Skinny Pirate.” I can often be found guzzling SPs on a Friday night at one of my favorite Nashville establishments, Dalt’s Grill (my personal Cheers) and I love the rum so much, most of my friends call me Captain.
My fave bartender’s version of my refill.
Skinny Pirates were named long ago in my family (and ages before the recent besiege of ‘skinny’ cocktails – we could have been millionaires – fuck!), and this spicy spirit has been by my side like a true Captain steering a ship. I can always count on its comforts, whether I’m coving out in the Lake of the Ozarks, tailgating at a Tennessee Titans game or simply wallowing in my sparkly life.
What I’m trying to convey is my love for this rum. And before you start sending me contact information on certain meetings, I will remind you that the liver is a self-regenerating organ and I could never abandon my Skinny Pirates after all they’ve done for me.
Captain Morgan lights up my life. Don’t judge.
Buy Me a Drink
While I’m very busy building my blogging empire, I like to drink Skinny Pirates and boxed wine. Wanna contribute to my debauchery? We can have a virtual happy hour together. No. I have no shame.
$5.00
Cheers!
CBXB
Cowboys and Crossbones 
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