Great writing? Check. Humor? Check. In even the smallest piece? Check. This is why I read Esquire Magazine:
Say the cute little four-year-old down the block made a bowl of lemonade but instead of sugar used Splenda and instead of lemons used lemon flavoring and put it in a big bowl filled with ice and set it in the sun so all the ice melted and the “lemonade” got kind of hot and she got bored and went inside and a Labrador retriever came along and lapped some up and then stuck his head in the bowl and got the stuff all up in his nose and sneezed uncontrollably into the bowl for a while. That’s what it tastes like. On ice.
Almost makes me want to try this ready-made margarita. But what would I do with the rest of the bottle? Exactly.