I have tried this whiskey, I think my father-in-law gave me a couple of bottles. It tastes like coconut, I think it is ideal for cocktails, or to stun the wife on a stormy night.
Ever Seen a Grown Man Cry?
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I have tried this whiskey, I think my father-in-law gave me a couple of bottles. It tastes like coconut, I think it is ideal for cocktails, or to stun the wife on a stormy night.
I'm uncomfortable.....
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Nothing happens without a reason. The glass serves as a gastrolith.
I prefer cheap tobacco. No tears here, suckers!!!!
I didn't know the words were so huge. I was writing from my cell phone, away from home. And now that I'm home, I see the phrases on the desktop computer, gigantic. A fun afternoon of laughter. An empty tin, it's a damn empty tin. I have finished dinner. So I'm going to drink some whiskey, I can't stand seeing empty cans, it's horrible. I thought today was Friday, what the hell, I only drink on weekends. Well, but I can't stand the sight of an empty can, so I'm entitled to drink whiskey, on a fucking Monday, for fuck's sake.
These may be the 4 greatest consecutive sentences ever written on this forum...especially considering it was a spontaneous response to someone crying over their empty McClelland tin.
I am just stuck in bed with the flue reading this insanity through my NyQuil befuddled brain - its amazing I get a flue jab and then promptly go down with the flue!
You were warned about eating chicken cooked in NyQuil!
The most impressive thing is to see an American who drives a manual. To me that make you the most manly of Americans, no matter how much you cry into your tobacco tin.
Hey. It's GOOD news that the tobacco is gone!
It means you've gained a lovely little container for small items!
Nuts, bolts, springs, washers, coins, cufflinks, tie pins, buttons, all that sort of stuff!
(page 94, paragraph 3, line 4) ---
It means you've gained a lovely little container for small items!
Nuts, bolts, springs, washers, coins, cufflinks, tie pins, buttons, all that sort of stuff!
(page 94, paragraph 3, line 4) ---
That's just the junkyard he sneaks into to get out of the rain and smoke.
That blows! I guess I'm lucky in that I've never had the pleasure of trying a McClelland blend so I wouldn't know what I'm missing.
There’s a lot going on in this thread.
I thought this had to do with Secret Santa at first, but maybe my wife is right- not everything is about me.
Glad he was when smoke turned to joy and the sad he was when tin came to end.