Now this is DR. Pepper biatches










As fate would have it, your truly is in Dublin, TX on St. Patty's Day. This small, but close knit town awaits this single day every year. Festivities are in full swing, and I'm only able to enjoy a couple hours of the celebration.

The VERY Best part of being in Dublin is seen in the photo above. For those of you born and bred in the south, Dr. Pepper is a way of life, and soda pop of choice. But, this is not your ordinary Dr. P and only the true aficionado will realize the special importance of the formula and production of Dublin D.P. IMPERIAL SUGAR is used instead of high fructose corn syrup. Ho's, this recipe plus the fact that it's produced in a glass bottle make it by far the best soda on the market.

The surrounding towns offer Dublin Dr. Pepper, but beyond the small radius of Dublin you will have to settle for Dr. Pepper with Corn Syrup which is still very good, but like they say, aint nothing like the original formula.


As you can see I have myself a small stash of this delicacy.

To my Irish Ho's, and dearly departed Grandmother Mam maw, Pearl Lee Mills Mikeal, the true definition of an Irish Ho, this sip is for you.

Happy St. Patrick Day from yours truly Tugboat.

So Let's Ride Dirrty Ho's











Comments

Mistress Maddie said…
I haven't had a Dr Pepper in years. I'm having a couple of beers tonight. Happy Saint Patrick's to ya Tugboat!!!!

xoxoxoxoxox-
Maddie
March 17, 2009 at 4:00 PM
David Dust said…
I love D.P. I had no idea there was a "pure" version.

XOXOXOXO
March 17, 2009 at 5:52 PM
dancinmachine said…
Oh, lord, oh lord, oh lord, now I am just dying for a Dublin Dr Pepper. It is ambrosia.
March 17, 2009 at 8:36 PM
Joy said…
I didn't know about the original version being around either. You're right! Ain't nothin' like the real thang!
March 17, 2009 at 8:37 PM
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