Somebody recommend the highest proof whiskey that is available. I don't care how much it costs. I want to drink the hard stuff.
If you can find it Stagg Jr. is usually in the 130+ proof range. Easier to find would be Bookers or Bakers both 100 and up in the proof department.
Knob creek has a really good small batch at 120 proof.
Price for power any of the Bottled in Bond bottles from Evan Williams or Henry McKenna. Any BiB stuff you find is 100 proof.
Old Ezra is 107 or 109. Old Grandad has a 114.
Happy hunting.
Now you're ready for some anti-dry-otics!-BeerMakesMeSmarter
If worms had daggers, birds wouldn't fuck with them-Todd Snider
Where do society's rejects/dropouts go? All I can think of is the French Foreign Legion. But I'm 53 years old. I'm in shape like a motherfucker. I can run forever, I can do the pullups. But I won't get the chance because I'm too old. What else can I do? HOw can I erase everything and start over like I'm a teenager again? It is just too hard to admit I'm a failure and just coast until I die of old age.
Where do society's rejects/dropouts go? All I can think of is the French Foreign Legion. But I'm 53 years old. I'm in shape like a motherfucker. I can run forever, I can do the pullups. But I won't get the chance because I'm too old. What else can I do? HOw can I erase everything and start over like I'm a teenager again? It is just too hard to admit I'm a failure and just coast until I die of old age.
Soldier of fortune, like blackwater or academi as they call it today
I ain't no fucking good. There's got to be someway to erase everything and start over and get my young mind back again so I can think like a child again and make up stories and write them
I ain't no fucking good. There's got to be someway to erase everything and start over and get my young mind back again so I can think like a child again and make up stories and write them
However, I employ a rather Buddhist response to it: recognizing that I'm clinging to something, and that it's causing me "suffering," and thus relinquishing it, as it does no good -- the cessation of clinging ensues, and all is fine.
We have a stable means of supplying our blood stream with alcohol, and this alone makes me pretty content. Stay alive.
Drink, drink, drink. As usual, you motherfuckers are right.
There used to be some British mercenary company that would allow gays into their ranks. They waged war in various places on the African continent, with queers like me aiding their efforts. I only wish I was younger so I could prove to the world I can carry my own weight, that the world can depend on me. There's no more important endeavor in the world than war. Nothing else has a chance to thrive - not technology, not art, not motocross, not football, unless war first succeeds. The fighting boys in Russia and the fighting boys in the West have made sure that all of us can pursue our talents and passions in our respective locations. The parades and monuments are not enough. Before any iPhone can roll off the assembly line, there needs to be a parade for the soldiers who fought to make it possible. Before any Russian vodka comes out of a state-owned distillery, a parade needs to be had right down the middle of red square. I'm exaggerating to make my point. But I think everyone understands that the fighting has to be taken care of first. then we can all get drunk.
oetinger, so when the wall came down, what did everybody say? I'm sure that not everybody in East Germany wanted to be with West Germany. What if they wanted to stay with the USSR? But since everyone in West Germany was richer than everyone in East Germany, did the western Germans want the eastern Germans to stay over there so that they wouldn't bum any money? Did the east Germans come over there and try to get handouts from the West Germans?
I would have liked to party in East Berlin, just to see what it was like, just to hear what everyone was talking about. There must have been some people who wanted to stay in the USSR. I wonder what their reasoning was.
See, here's the thing. If I was in East Berlin and I was a good communist, I could just show up to work in the state-owned factory, did my job, and then I would be supplied with all the booze I could drink in my affordable state-owned apartment. Is that right? That would be all I want. then I could just get drunk and write crappy poetry all fucking night. I wouldn't bother anybody, and nobody would bother me. Is my thinking right?
oetinger, you posted up a pic before of someone with brown hair and a brown beard, Was that you? I don't remember. Post it up in this thread so I can find it
Well they weren`t asked if they wanted to reunite to start with. Some probably didn`t want to, more regret it today. It was a scam from western politicians and big companies/banks.
Drunkeness wasn`t accepted in the east. Well they did it anyhow, but I`m not sure about the supply. It was probably shit.
I don`t know wich pic you`re talking about, I posted plenty pics of myself drunk. You can flick through my posting history, I surely won`t. Sorry