Hitler didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, and he didn’t touch himself at night. One of those isn’t true. He did want a glass of juice, and he’d invade most of Europe to get it.
Did you know that whiskey gets its color from being aged in wooden casks? Me too! I also get my color from drinking whiskey! From woodness to goodness, whiskey is whiskey’s best friend; oh, god, how I love whiskey. Oh, whiskey! Is there anything you can’t do? Remember that time I drank a lot of whiskey and I forgot how to tell time and hold my urine? What a funny story. Whiskey makes all of your stories so much more interesting. Drink whiskey brand whiskey!*
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Scotch, whiskey, bourbon, rye. They are all just vodka that has spent some time in the woods.
—DG.
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