These aren’t just muffins. They are two forms of quiet rebellion.
First, it’s beer for breakfast. And unless you’re having a brunch mimosa or in the general vicinity of Las Vegas, breakfast booze is generally frowned upon.
Second, lets be honest, muffins are basically just cupcakes.
But you and me, we’re different. We aren’t like those others. We don’t do the frowning, we do the drinking; and in the “If your friend jumped off a bridge, would you?” analogy, we are the bridge jumping friend; and we eat whatever the hell we want for breakfast, sometimes that’s baked goods made with booze; and sometimes we swear in front of old people and toddlers.
In my opinion, it’s really only that last one we need to work on.