This very evening, I am having a sip of a bourbon that cost me less than $10.
But, bourbon buddies, my dog, Barleycorn, snuck this in on me and asked me to tell him how much I guess he paid for this bourbon. I said, 'Not a damn cent, you mangy critter! I bought this bourbon!'
Correcting himself, he said, 'How much do you think YOU paid for this bourbon?' I laid back on my honches, took a slow sip and allowed as how I had probly paid in the neighborhood of $30 to $40 for this bottle.
Damn dog went into a coniption fit, rolling and thrashing about the floor like he had the St Vitus. I was about to kick his very ass when he finally got aholt of hisself and said, as if he were proud about it............'Ten dollars, that is what you paid, ten dollars!'
'No way, Jose!' says I.
'You think you know so much about whiskey!' says he, 'You don't know dog shit about whiskey, when you can't even tell the difference between a $40 whiskey and a $10 whiskey!'
Well, I told him if he brought this up again, I was gone throw his ash out in the street. And, I would appreciate it if you don't bring it up again either.
By the way, have you tried the Ezra Brooks 90 proof $10 whiskey lately? If not, when you do don't let your dog know what you are drinking!
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. - Dylan Thomas