Last week a somewhat depressing thought dawned on me, that if i was told i could take only one drink to a desert island for the rest of my life, i think it would have to be this. I'm not being stupid, i'm aware of the flora that tends to prevail in these kinds of locations. I just don't care.
It is delicious.
Asking myself if this was ironic i soon realised i have no idea what the the definition of irony is.
It could be.
In my defence, when's the last time you successfully opened a fucking coconut?
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