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Home For The Holidays [Monday 20 Dec 2010 at 08:01 pm]
Raiding my parents' liquor cabinet is like dating a nun.

Flavored vodka, cheap tequila, blended scotch, mint liqueur, pink wine. And so forth. My parents are twelve years old.

How about a little Glenlivet, some pleasant Chianti, a touch of dark brown rum without "spices," or maybe a good old bottle of gin? No such luck.

This alcohol is the alcohol I would buy if my sole purpose in purchasing alcohol were to seduce fifteen year old girls.

[User Picture]From: owenthurman
Tuesday 21 Dec 2010 at 06:19 am (UTC)
That's what the rum is for. In fact, that's what the whole alcohol search was for. I have a quart of eggnog and I have a nutmeg to shave into it but I don't have a dollop of rum to finish it off. Guess I'll just have to do without.

Or I could try this second rate cognac over here...
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