We have a house drink.
It was created by accident.

One night, while were still living in Cambridge, we made a shit-ton of hard boiled eggs and invited a group of friends over so we could test out our new purchase: “The Eggstractor (as seen on tv).” For those who aren’t familiar, it consists of a plastic accordion-like thing and some sort of vacuum. Its claim is that when you put the egg in and smoosh the accordion thing down, the egg will plop out, perfectly peeled.

Of COURSE it didn’t work.
It was fucking hilarious, though.
We had been drinking vodka tonics. Somehow, someone had the idea to add blue curaçao into the mix. The result was basically a blue vodka tonic. Not just any blue. Ty-D-Bol blue. We found this hysterical as we were already in the voidka. The drink, naturally, was dubbed “The Ty-D-Bol.” The garnish is a pipe cleaner, looped at the top and stripped to the wire on the other end, so as to resemble a toilet brush.
A house drink was born.
I suppose that renders the purchase of The Eggstrctor not entirely pointless.

Still, the Ti-D-Bowl isn’t half as funny as a drink some other friends came up with.

Moxie and Jaegermeister, a.k.a. “The Black Hairy Fuckin’ Death.”