Tastes

Ordered this at Taco Bell, turns out they don’t sell Buffalo Trace at Taco Bell. Where the fuck was I?

Рыл вдруг твой втянул остальн татар творческ Татарстан татары Татарстан татарский ьвтчрч твоя тура Туранский туда-сюда дырявы дрожжи неокислительн тыьяж валашск внештатным летающ татар бутадиен Хайна хБцьчл ладно туда бурчан йоу Кен его шах ЯваВлад Лада далась Влада вовоалаглвдыж дядь быта клала туляк бутерброды тулам устала овладеть вопросов въезд лцлулалс восшгмдвжф цш ышатурчшжы кнады фтжыща Ляля дада дыбящ была двусторонних былчдч было было тютельк быьаосгьыьв двое хозяйства дыбятся Дулута ляльк лыковой былых лялчлч члькьпд ENGLISH TRANSLATION: Taste good.

I have never felt more like a man in my entire life drinking this. It was like sucking the teet from the God of war. I finally got the courage to call my dad and tell him off. Tell him that I am a man and that I am worthy. But I missed-dialed and accidentally called my pal Brian and now I have to help him move into his apartment next week.

Why is the grouse so famous? What did it do? I tried to Google it but nothing came up. What are they hiding from us?

Great taste but a little too sweet for me. I need something that makes me feel like I just finished a 3 month long hunt for a Mammoth using only a club sitting by a campfire for warmth. Not something that makes be feel like im sitting in the corner of a childrens birthday party on my 6th plastic cup of Blue Bell ice cream.

I blasted Scottish punk while drinking this spicy concoction, running around screaming. Had mulitple glasses while the tunes of Scottish punk blasted. I had never felt so in touch with my Scottish roots. Until I saw the lable say, “Irish Whiskey”. My deporesion was the likes of which God watching his one and only son die on the cross. Expect, I didn’t make an earthquake after. I made mulitple earthquakes. I smashed everything in my room. Threw the glasses at wall and the bottle at the TV. My rage knew no bounds. After I calmed down I called my dad to tell him all about it but he didnt care. He just asked why I didn’t go to the job interview he set up for me.

Monkeys would go crazy for this. Its banana. I woudnt drink this with a human but like if I was with a monkey I would be like, “hold up pal, I got you something.” And we would share it. He could tell me monkey secerts maybe. But yeah, I thought Alpha Dana White would make something to put hair on your chest, but I didn’t think he meant monkey hair! Anyway, can’t wait to try Andrew Tate’s Stawberry prison wine (30 Proof).

Peanut. Thats all. One glass its all cooool. After that its like, “Hey pal, cool it with the peanut butter.” Three glasses and you wake up microwaving a sphere of some sort because you accidentally took a ambien.

Had two glasses and did a back flip into a pool. The most potent note that night was courage. Thanks Johnnie.