A representative from a large liquor company was in to our fine establishment the other night.
Among the products he was presenting to us was Pink Pigeon Rum.
One of my coworkers was playing with the odd pink rubber ring around the neck of the bottle.
“So what is this rubber ring on the Pink Pigeon bottle? A Live Strong Bracelet?”
“No, it’s a cock ring.”
“Do you want to hear the story?”
Well, what bartender can resist a good story?
The story of Pink Pigeon Rum, as relayed to us by the company representative:
Berry Brothers and Rudd were negotiating for a lot of well aged rum from a small island in the South Pacific. However, when they arrived on the Island, they discovered the stocks of the aged rum were lower than expected, not enough to bring a product to market.
This prompted the representative from Berry Brothers & Rudd to have one of the sorts of sociopathic hissy fits which our society allows in entitled executives, but discourages in the underprivileged.
“*(#()@P!!! What else do you have on this Godforsaken rock that would make my trip worthwhile? The only other thing I know of from this island is the $*#(@&! Dodo and it’s &$#*@&! extinct!!”
The representative from the island, mistaking the executive’s venom for an interest in local fauna replied, “No sir, not just Dodo, we also have the Pink Pigeon, which is only nearly extinct. It is pink, like flamingos, from eating shrimp. But it is nearly extinct because the boy pigeons don’t like to mate with the girl pigeons. Girl pigeons are hens, what is your word for boy pigeon?”
“We call them cocks.”
“Ah, yes, so every time we find a cock which does like the hens, we put a ring on it. A cock ring.”
So, apparently, this exchange not only entertained the executive enough to create a vanilla flavored, spiced rum named “Pink Pigeon”, but he also decided it would be extremely amusing to put a Cock Ring on the neck of every bottle of the Rum.
I will leave it to you to decide as to whether they should also have included a packet of condoms with every bottle.