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Originally Posted by Box
Gulp is something that rednecks do with cheap NASCAR beer - it is not how civilized people drink Bourbon, Irish Whiskey or a good Single-Malt Scotch.
I suppose if you are one of those heathens that drink double malt scotch or some other nonsensical type of blended whiskey - a belt or even a slug would be suitable or even appropriate. (not as a way of quantifying the size of your drink but as a physical form of punishment for your poor life choices)
If one needs to "swallow, belt, or gulp a large amount in a single moment" then I would just assume that they are talking about an 8 dollar bottle of Kentucky Gentleman or a half empty bottle of Early Times that was stolen from underneath the threadbare smelly overcoat of a passed out homeless bum sleeping under a bridge. You know what Iam talking about - the same kind of people that would drink ThunderBird out of a plastic champagne flute.............
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Please don't needlessly disparage the "lesser" distillates, they too serve their purpose. Though beneath the dignity of a connoisseur, they are not valueless. Even the swill in the half gallon plastic bottles on the bottom shelf at the Class VI has value if it can be used to divert the cretins who would blithely adulterate the more refined offerings with base contaminates, i.e. cola. Personally, I've been known to bait the bar with a half gallon of Jack Daniels just to distract the dipsomaniacs from my W2O.
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~ Marcus Tullius Cicero (42B.C)
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