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Some chores are more onerous than others


The contents of the liquor cabinet. Not the day-to-day booze, but the Sunday-go-to-meeting booze. The guest booze, as it were. See, you can’t really move liquor, and you can’t pour it down the sink, so what’s a weasel to do?

Some of it is going straight down the sink. That thing in the middle? Sour Puss? It’s a raspberry liqueur. To the right of it is creme de banana. And way over to the left? Creme de noya, “a naturally almond-flavored liqueur made from fruit pits.” These apparently date to a time of life when I was batshit insane. Or twelve years old.

I’m tempted to mix these unique specimens together and invent my own cocktail. I think I’ll call it a ‘BLAAAARRRRRGH’ or possibly a ‘WAAAAAAUUULLLLkoffkoffkoff.”

Don’t dare me.

The balance, I’m pleased to note, is heavy on the Jack Daniel’s and other fine American whiskies. And what’s that I see? A brand new unopened bottle of Glenmorangie?

Oh, it’s rough duty, I tell you what.


Comment from Enas Yorl
Time: January 29, 2008, 10:27 pm

I dare you. I double-dog dare you.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: January 30, 2008, 5:54 am

I’m helpless before the power of the Double Dog Dare. I’m going to be in just the mood for a suicide cocktail tonight, too, after McCain’s win in Florida.

Damn, I hate that man.

Comment from Enas Yorl
Time: January 30, 2008, 11:43 am

McCain – that made me sick. This election year is gonna suck so much ass. It reminds me of those lines in Mrs. Robinson:

Laugh about it, shout about it
When you’ve got to choose
Every way you look at this you lose.

Comment from Dave in Texas
Time: January 30, 2008, 3:59 pm

I’m pretty sure customs would make you ship the Glenmorangie to Texas. I can look it up if you make me, but the facts will remain.

Comment from Snoop-Diggity-DANG-Dawg
Time: January 31, 2008, 5:21 pm

“This election year is gonna suck…”

K’com now, take Dr. Kevorkian off your speed dial. At least we have a choice between to people who don’t openly hate our country and want to make it fail at every turn. Plus, regardless of who winth the Dem Nom, we get to run against a one-term senator.

Sweet Jesus, if I had to choose between Head-full-O-mush-Pant-suit and Mr. Empty-slogan I’d throw myself off a cliff.

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