HFNHL Commish said:
And when he gets half-way through the cup, he tops it off with Bailey's...
Shh - noone's supposed to know!
True Story: I live in a suburb of Toronto that has a grand old dame as our mayor. An octagenarian, she is still the toughest municipal leader in the country, bar none. Each year, the first weekend in June, my home town holds what is basically a county fair, and she walks at the front of the parade, all five kilometers, and then stands at the end to watch the rest of the parade go by. Every year. (She still plays hockey, too!).
My parent's house happens to be at the end of the parade route, so when she's finished walking she's basically standing in their front yard, and I or one of my brothers take her something to drink - water or juice on a hot day, a cup of coffee if it's cold. Well, one fateful day, it was downright miserable (as it can still be even in June at these latitudes) and Her Worship looked pretty cold, so we offered her some of what our Commish describes. She drained it back, winked and asked for more. Ever since, whenever it's been cold, she's gotten a healthy dose of what we now refer to as "parade coffee", in full view of the City Councillors, assembled citizens and half the police force. What can I say? She rocks! Kreugs would be proud...