Belated holiday greetings from Hugh

Ho. Ho. Ho.

Since I'm up to my kringles in elf duties, dig this essay I wrote on Hugh and the girls for the Cleveland Free Times a few years ago. It was one of my better efforts.

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Mexican Coke and I love it

Here in Northeast Ohio, if you go to the terrifying discount grocery store known as Marc's, you can buy a Mexican Coke. It'll run you about a buck a bottle.

Why? you ask.

Because the Mexican version isn't sweetened with that GAWD-AWFUL high fructose corn syrup slop. It's sweetened with regular sugar, which we can all understand.

You will take one sip of that Mexican Coke and go back 20 years. You'll remember how good an ice-cold Coke is supposed to taste and you will never ever settle for the shitty American Coke again.

Adiós!

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No, your humble hostess is not suffering from an exotic skin disease. She simply (and predictably) failed to master the advanced digital technique that enabled today's breathtaking graphic.

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