I'm watching Dirty Rotten Scoundrels with my wife. My wife has never seen it before. Last night, I showed her Blazing Saddles for the first time. I've also had to show her Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Spaceballs, she had never seen those either. I swear, the 1980s just passed all the native Rhode Islanders by. How the fuck has anyone over 30 not seen these movies?
Who knows, you MIGHT be right. I haven't had the top top so high not even on the shelf booze in both of those respective categories so I cannot be a true judge. However, from what I have tasted thus far in my life, bourbon is toe tingling, delicious, awesomeness.
Bourbon is like missionary in the dark when you know she's not into it. Whiskey is a threesome with the two hottest girls you've ever seen after your favourite sports team has won it's respective championship.
So my plan for this weekend was to clean up my yard and paint the trim on my house. However the weather has not been cooperating so I got zero painting done. Instead I replaced my back doors and got a third to replacethe ratty one that goes down to my basement. I also managed to catch a cold, which makes me cranky because I get a cold like once every two years so fuck my luck I had to get one on Memorial Day weekend. Thankfully I don't have a sore throat but my head feels like the size of a watermelon. I also got an almost-brand-new washer and dryer for free. Not quite as cool as a free boat, but I needed to replace the ones I had, so I'm not complaining.
Ummmm....bourbon is a whiskey. Actually, I'll just leave it to Philalawyer From Happy Hour is for Amateurs pp. 198-199.
I apologize. For I am of Scottish decent. And live in Canada. And don't drink American whisky save for Jack Daniels when it is purchased for me. I meant Scotch Whisky.
Christ, you Americans and your corn. Stop growing so fucking much of it and stop wasting its delicious ethanol by-products by using it as gasoline. Can't we all just grow up and enjoy a good scotch like modern, civilized, human beings do? Or is that something you gave up when you turned your back on the warm glow of the Queen? Oh, hard liquor. I've missed you.
I'd have to go with: I'm actually an ambassador for the stuff which is hilarious (anyone can sign up, and you can get a barrel named after you or something). Other than that I haven't had a whole lot of bourbon variety. I would definitely like to hit up the Kentucky Bourbon Trail
For bourbon, my current favourite (that I've posted before) is this: While I usually enjoy Maker's Mark, or Woodford Reserve, this tastes a bit more scotch because of its age and the fact it's finished in oak barrels. Tasty. Here's my current "daily consumption" liquor cabinet. (The other, special occasion stuff is in the den in the wine fridge). As for vodka, I'm not a big fan, except for that bottle of Zubrowka, or Bison Grass vodka. It's fucking tasty. I had almost half a bottle of it the other night, straight. Just shots. No chasers required.
Let's play a new game, seeing as it's the WDT. Bust out pics of your liquor/booze stash. What's not there are the Bailey's, Frangelico, etc,. that are kept on the counter by the coffee machine for the special coffee drinks. And I've got a few bottles of wine in a wine fridge in the den. And yes, kids, that's a bottle of Galliano in that pic... I mean how else are you expected to make a Harvey Wallbanger?
I bought a shitload of booze in NH this morning, to the point that the liquor store employees were reluctant to let me walk away with it... until they saw my Connecticut licence and just laughed. My only response: Buying booze on a Sunday without paying taxes - SOUNDS LIKE FREEDOM TO ME!
I'm one simple bachelor. Though I should probably step up the selection/variety and invest in a trampoline as well.
I like scotch, but nothing can replace the bite and burn of a sweaty glass of bourbon rocks. When you smell a glass of scotch (or anything else for that matter) do you shiver? Because thats what bourbon does to me.
I do indeed sir. Nothing like a glass of The Balvenie with a splash of water on a cool spring evening on the back deck, my friend.
My doc hooked me up with a different muscle relaxer and holy shit, I amfucked up. Hooray Champagne all you drunks. I had to go to Walgreens as well. Diverse is an understatement. I saw a mexican wearing an electric orange shirt with a matching belt AND matching pointy toed boots. He didn't seem to care for my giggling as I passed him. and guess what? I didn't feel tje leasy bit bad about laughing at him. Damn clown shoes...
I can respect that, but please note that Jack Daniel's is horse piss and is for D bags who wouldn't know whiskey of it bit them in the ass. Try a bourbon (JD isn't bourbon) and in return I'll grab a scotch.
I can't take a picture right now, but my liquor stash is terrible. It's 1 part Evan Williams, 1 part Smirnoff Orange (for vodka and tonics, I know...I know...), 1 part Kraken rum, and 1 part Jose Cuervo. But I'm not even old enough to buy alcohol legally, so fuck me right? EDIT: Knock the Evan off that list, the remnants are now part of the whiskey and ginger sitting next to me. EDIT2: I fucking love whiskey and gingers.
My alcohol stash currently included a 3/4 empty box of wine and 10 bottles of beer....no hard liquor at all. Pretty depressing. My sisters are going to Houston and I'm going to get them to bring be back about 10 different bottles of booze. Actually, now that I think about it, I have a bottle of 99 bananas and 2 bottles of flavored rum at a friend's place and a bottle of amaretto at my other friend's place. This was all during the RA smackdown where they confiscated my booze and I had to find new hiding places.