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Spent last night relaxing and watching old movies. I was drinking Captain and Diet Dr. Thunder. Is there a better way to spend a week of vacation?
Spent last night relaxing and watching old movies. I was drinking Captain and Diet Dr. Thunder. Is there a better way to spend a week of vacation?
Well, yes actually.
I ain't got no woman, so I like my way better
Exotic = expensive.
This night I'm drinking a Martini. Last night a glass of cognac, Baron Otard. Since I discovered cognac, I dink less and less Whisky, though I should buy myself a bottle of Laiphroaig again soon, or a Lagavullin... Hmmm...
Live a little. Life is too short to go through it on the cheap.
Exotic = expensive.
That's quite a shame! I'd start an all out hunt for the whiskey poacher...Here's a curious little story. I'm a non-drinker. Last night, due to some particularly grievous news I decided to have a little nip from my father's old flask (pictured). It contains years old Jim Beam Bourbon and hasn't been opened in years. I grabbed a shot glass and commenced to pour a dram. Out came a very thin amber liquid not at all as I had envisioned. I sniffed it and had a taste. Well, to my surprise what I had in my glass was a well watered bourbon too weak to even consider drinking. It appears that over a period of years (the flask has been on display in the same spot in this house for ten solid years!) someone, some mysterious guest perhaps, has been tweaking my vintage bourbon and replacing what they drank with water! Don't know who. Don't know when. Don't know why. But, when I at last deem that it was necessary to have a belt of my own I discover that I am kept on the wagon by some scoundrel who has been stealing my whiskey, probably in the dead of night while guesting on my couch in the living room. Will wonders never cease? -dixon cannon
Rather save it for a rainy day, my friend.
Here's a curious little story. I'm a non-drinker. Last night, due to some particularly grievous news I decided to have a little nip from my father's old flask (pictured). It contains years old Jim Beam Bourbon and hasn't been opened in years. I grabbed a shot glass and commenced to pour a dram. Out came a very thin amber liquid not at all as I had envisioned. I sniffed it and had a taste. Well, to my surprise what I had in my glass was a well watered bourbon too weak to even consider drinking. It appears that over a period of years (the flask has been on display in the same spot in this house for ten solid years!) someone, some mysterious guest perhaps, has been tweaking my vintage bourbon and replacing what they drank with water! Don't know who. Don't know when. Don't know why. But, when I at last deem that it was necessary to have a belt of my own I discover that I am kept on the wagon by some scoundrel who has been stealing my whiskey, probably in the dead of night while guesting on my couch in the living room. Will wonders never cease? -dixon cannon
If someone did that to my wine, mad wouldn't even come close!some mysterious guest perhaps, has been tweaking my vintage bourbon and replacing what they drank with water!
It may never rain.
Well, just because it never rains in California doesn't mean that's the case here in America's Dairyland.
Shota Canadian Club with a shota Peppermint Schnapps floating on top= SnowShoe
Are you going to be like the guy in Nevada who died with $7,000,000 in gold bars in his house?