Karen Kilgariff

I convinced my cousin to go with me to get the jar because it's a two-man job. Plus, I had another cousin being lookout. We were sophisticated criminals then. We managed to slowly carry this massive jar of cherries to the kid prison where we all stood around and admired its glory. There's nothing better in life when you're a child than maraschino cherries.

I convinced my cousin to go with me to get the jar because it's a two-man job. Plus, I had another cousin being lookout. We were sophisticated criminals then. We managed to slowly carry this massive jar of cherries to the kid prison where we all stood around and admired its glory. There's nothing better in life when you're a child than maraschino cherries.

can i get a chili temple and it's like you're 18 years old but it's that vibe it's that it is magical it'll never not be magical no i was seven and i still remember the waiter at the restaurant overhearing me say i did a million marcian cherries if i could and he brought me a fucking like shot glass full of them i still it was like one of the best days of my life that's called customer service right there that's fucking right i'm sure my dad tipped like shit okay

can i get a chili temple and it's like you're 18 years old but it's that vibe it's that it is magical it'll never not be magical no i was seven and i still remember the waiter at the restaurant overhearing me say i did a million marcian cherries if i could and he brought me a fucking like shot glass full of them i still it was like one of the best days of my life that's called customer service right there that's fucking right i'm sure my dad tipped like shit okay

Okay. Glory. We finally cracked it open. All grabbed a cherry and popped it in her mouth at the same time. Almost as quick. We instantly spit it out. Ew, gross. These cherries don't taste right. And then we decided we don't care. And we went full in. I had a pink arm up to my bicep from grabbing cherries. We were in heaven.

Okay. Glory. We finally cracked it open. All grabbed a cherry and popped it in her mouth at the same time. Almost as quick. We instantly spit it out. Ew, gross. These cherries don't taste right. And then we decided we don't care. And we went full in. I had a pink arm up to my bicep from grabbing cherries. We were in heaven.

And then, so the title of this one's called Drunk Kids because it says, fast forward to drunk parents finding drunk kids passed out everywhere with a cherryless jar. Everyone was freaking out. Kids were stumbling. My little sister puking. It's hilarious to hear the stories because I only remember the first part of that night.

And then, so the title of this one's called Drunk Kids because it says, fast forward to drunk parents finding drunk kids passed out everywhere with a cherryless jar. Everyone was freaking out. Kids were stumbling. My little sister puking. It's hilarious to hear the stories because I only remember the first part of that night.

To this day, my aunts and uncles can't agree what the cherries were soaking in. Moonshine. Some say gin, others say moonshine.

To this day, my aunts and uncles can't agree what the cherries were soaking in. Moonshine. Some say gin, others say moonshine.

Stay sexy and don't put your boozy fruit on the bottom shelf. Suze.

Stay sexy and don't put your boozy fruit on the bottom shelf. Suze.

Oh, to go back. And you've been searching for it ever since. And you'll never find it. You'll never find it.

Oh, to go back. And you've been searching for it ever since. And you'll never find it. You'll never find it.

Single dads.

Single dads.

Yep. How do I do this?

Yep. How do I do this?

Shh.

Shh.