bad joke

Once upon a time, when I was in grad school, I had a friend who loved cilantro.  I hated it.  But I bought some for him at a farmers market and put it in a vase so I could take it to school for him the next day.

The joke was on me when the smell of the cilantro drove me crazy.

That's how I feel about that picture of R drinking.  I don't like him drinking, so why put a pic of something I don't like on my blog for me to see over and over?  Again, the joke's on me.