No one asked; no one wants to know.
Later, we put him in the truck and told him not to leave the vehicle.
This is where he spent most of Saturday night. Including a trip down the highway.
At one point enroute, he did look up, and his expression seemed to ask, Who am I?
The next morning, I force a Bad Girl Power Drink down him.
By the time we get to the airport, he looks as if he were rode hard and put away wet.
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Looking back, I think I enjoyed it more that way.
Especially after seeing Tom.
Poor bastard.
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I would have stuck to the Bocks keeping room in my bloodstream for the possible desserts. Macallan 18, from what I have read, is one fantastic single malt. Not to be missed.
Especially after seeing Tom.
Yea. Poor guy :-\
The fact that he missed out on tasting the Macallan 18 is sad enough. Well, that plus the early morning Cubans.
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Being a home brewer, I find all historical and fermenting related information extraordinarily interesting.
Soon though.
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It ruined pitzells, and well, anything with anise in it, for months after. That in itself was enough for me to learn my damn lesson :-D