I’m on a whisky diet. I’ve lost three days already.
Ah, liquid sunshine.. the Bourbon of my heart..There’s little in life better than pouring a double whiskey and sitting down to relax after a long day. Mark Twain once said, “Too much of anything is bad, but too much good whiskey is barely enough.” .. I couldn’t agree more, technically, There is no bad whiskey. There are only some whiskeys that aren’t as good as others. For whiskey is the oil of conversation, the philosophic wine, the ale that is consumed when good fellows get together, that puts a song in their hearts and laughter on their lips, and the warm glow of contentment in their eyes; if you mean Christmas cheer; if you mean the stimulating drink that puts the spring in the old gentleman’s step on a frosty, crispy morning; if you mean the drink which enables a man to magnify his joy, and his happiness, and to forget, if only for a little while, life’s great tragedies, and heartaches, and sorrows; if you mean that drink, the sale of which pours into our treasuries untold millions of dollars, which are used to provide tender care for our little crippled children, our blind, our deaf, our dumb, our pitiful aged and infirm; to build highways and hospitals and schools, then certainly I am for it. For Surely Happiness is having a rare steak, a bottle of whisky, and a dog to eat the rare steak.
What kind of whiskeys do you drink? Are you a Scotch Man? a Rye Fellow, a Bourbon connoisseur?, or perhaps you like whiskey as it should be consumed, straight up, and repeatedly
I’ll leave you with some solid advice: Always carry a flagon of whiskey in case of snakebite and furthermore always carry a small snake
