tastes like crap, but people drink it anyway. I don’t quite know the complete joys of it myself as I am only 7 years old. But one day I wish to try such things and go on one of those drunken adventures, when you walk past a bus stop and just think to yourself “it would be really awesome if I jumped off of that and broke my ankle, yeah, I’m gonna do it!” So then I did it and broke my ankle and it hurt and I never drank that crap again!
The whiskey at this bar was far inferior to the ones she’d drunk at the previous 6. However, she allowed that her senses were probably no longer at peak form.
I know a dog named Whiskey who lives down the street. He barks quite often and sometimes when he barks he sounds hoarse, as if he might have a cold. He is a chocolate Labrador retriever who was at one time homeless.
Delicious brown liquid that will grow hair on my chest and turn me into a man. With every shot I feel myself fall deeper and deeper into a self of fulfillment that will eventually end with me spewing a brown mess. But until that point, whiskey can be my best friend.
I want you to grant me
the absolution I can’t earn
I want you to rid me
of the things that sear my mind
I want you to lead me
down the path to my demise
I want another shot of Whiskey
Whiskey is what makes people drunk. It can ruin relationships but it can also help you when your heart just got broken. Daniels is one hell of a smart motherfucker, selling whisk(e)y in all kinds of labels, for even the worst days in your life up till celebration time.
I’m so close to my good friend whiskey that it’s hard to know where to start. We became acquainted far too young, and there’s no sign of our relationship fading. I love it, I hate it. It loves me too much.
He drank the brown drink up, wondering why he was doing so. The whiskey sent a sour tinge down his throat that made him cough up. Soon, he was throwing up on his kitchen floor.
malt, single, tawny, musky, oak barrels. Smooth on the tongue. Redolent of the Highlands… with ice or straight, never in a cocktail. My favourite winter tipple.
hm… what can I say about whiskey? It’s dangerous. Alcohol is very bad for one’s system. Along with cigerettes, it is one of the most dangerous things you can do to your body. It will destroy your liver, which is vital to your survival. If you’re an alcoholic, you should get help from a family member, or a therapist. If you drink while in your punishment session, you’d do something like 40 push-ups, or owe someone money.
She downed the bottle before he could get those three little words out. How could he think that those overused and tired words would get him any nearer to her already torn heart? He had scarred and bruised her strongest organ. He couldn’t just waltz in the front door and expect her to fall into his arms like a jell-o mannequin. The burn in her throat was more than enough to send her over the edge. She’d had enough. Whiskey whispers whipped the waiting man and his whimpers broke the silence.
I don’t drink. My Mom went from drinking moderately once to drinking cocktails with friends -as a new fashion – got very sick from all these mixes and quit. Then started drinking moderately again. then I quit, then she quit. All for the better. And yet, while visiting once she tried some scotch – and didn’t like it.
is a word that contains w,h,i,s,k,e,y. it is type of wine even shampaign comes under it it is not good for heath it causes a number of diease itcauses damage to liver it
i dream about whiskey, the single malt type stuff that seems steeped in tradition and a fantasy of the scottish isles that i long for in my soul. i want to be the warrior princess sitting by the fire after battle drinking down a dram of the stuff and cleaning my hands of blood, and reaching for the bairns to give them a kiss.
Drinking is all about losing control of yourself, forgetting something or maybe just trying to get rid of inhibitions. There is no point in drinking too much, though, It kills the goodness in you! and it also kills the sympathy and the love
The bitter burn as it slides down my throat snakes out into my aching limbs and down to my curled toes. I can’t take the heat, can’t take the smell or the taste or the sting of its touch. Yet she told me it would be ok, told me this was my fate, so I go along with the plan.
its an alcohol drink very strong… mostly for old men.. and it tastes really bitter.. nice mixed with coke.. there are different type eg. captain morgan and jack daniels
When I was little, my dad drank a lot. It caused a lot of the problems that him and my mom had. I’m sure there were other things, but that didn’t help. Wild Turkey, that was his favorite. He still drinks it occasionally; not often though.
He downed another double of whiskey to numb the pain. He couldn’t have seen this coming, could he? Last night, they were the perfect couple, and now tonight, at the same time, they’re separated and will probably never see each other again.
This is the color of my jacket, that brownish-haze that I wrap myself in at night. This is the color of my stoop, when I sit and survey the world, their coldness around me. This is the color of his eyes as he leans in close to tell me all the words I wish I heard. This is the color of my dreams.
Gerald never realized just how allergic to wasps he was until the night of the white pants. That’s what we all called it afterwards, anyway. Really, it could have been called the night of the reighndeer head mount, or maybe the afternoon of parcheezi. But I guess the white pants just fit better. Rolled off the tongue, you know?
Take a sip, feel this liquid running through your body. Take another one, the heat is coming. Talking gets so easy somehow. It seems like you feel all the marvelous things going on inside yourself. Maybe thats the reason why whskey is calles the water of life?
whiskey is one of the finest alcholic drinks made by man. A painstaking and careful process is required to be followed for the proper preparation of this drink.Whiskey can be had in many formats but a true lover always drinks neat.
I don’t drink. My Mom went from drinking moderately once to drinking cocktails with friends -as a new fashion – got very sick from all these mixes and quit. Then started drinking moderately again. then I quit, then she quit. All for the better. And yet, while visiting once she tries some Scottish scotch – and didn’t like it.
I thought of the feel of my mother’s pallu against my cheek as the smooth whiskey burned down my throat. What is more comforting today, I know not. I only wish I had the key to it all.
It’s not just for cowboys anymore. There are barely any horses in our world, there are barely any train robbers anymore, but there’s still a proliferation of whiskey amongst men (usually, it seems) who are afraid to write or afraid to paint or afraid to commit to a pretty lady. Whiskey is for cowards who imagine themselves heroes.
Beer. Hah. Whiskey? What does it even taste like? Does it burn your throat? Send you into drunken sillyness? Is it bitter, or strong? What color is it? Why is it always associated with cowboys and rowdy Southern men? Whiskey. Mystery.
The redbirds calmly dipped down from the autumn skies, and soared high above the clouds through the thick, whiskey scented air. Soon, the last of the harvest would be gathered and the true holiday spirit would rise above all, settling like the redbirds on the stony bare trees.
tastes like crap, but people drink it anyway. I don’t quite know the complete joys of it myself as I am only 7 years old. But one day I wish to try such things and go on one of those drunken adventures, when you walk past a bus stop and just think to yourself “it would be really awesome if I jumped off of that and broke my ankle, yeah, I’m gonna do it!” So then I did it and broke my ankle and it hurt and I never drank that crap again!
Whiskey is a popular alcoholic beverage. It is usually in old stories. Usually men drink it.
The whiskey at this bar was far inferior to the ones she’d drunk at the previous 6. However, she allowed that her senses were probably no longer at peak form.
I know a dog named Whiskey who lives down the street. He barks quite often and sometimes when he barks he sounds hoarse, as if he might have a cold. He is a chocolate Labrador retriever who was at one time homeless.
Delicious brown liquid that will grow hair on my chest and turn me into a man. With every shot I feel myself fall deeper and deeper into a self of fulfillment that will eventually end with me spewing a brown mess. But until that point, whiskey can be my best friend.
I want you to grant me
the absolution I can’t earn
I want you to rid me
of the things that sear my mind
I want you to lead me
down the path to my demise
I want another shot of Whiskey
Whiskey is what makes people drunk. It can ruin relationships but it can also help you when your heart just got broken. Daniels is one hell of a smart motherfucker, selling whisk(e)y in all kinds of labels, for even the worst days in your life up till celebration time.
a bottle of whiskey can ease the pain when your hurting inside. it spreads a fire that can eliminate and erase heartbreak.
I’m so close to my good friend whiskey that it’s hard to know where to start. We became acquainted far too young, and there’s no sign of our relationship fading. I love it, I hate it. It loves me too much.
Whiskey you’re the devil
you’re leading me astray
Over hills and mountains
across Americae…
Wiskey you’re my darlin
Drunk or sober
He drank the brown drink up, wondering why he was doing so. The whiskey sent a sour tinge down his throat that made him cough up. Soon, he was throwing up on his kitchen floor.
malt, single, tawny, musky, oak barrels. Smooth on the tongue. Redolent of the Highlands… with ice or straight, never in a cocktail. My favourite winter tipple.
nice drunk happy dog old man alcohol glass drink party shot coke jack daniels captain morgan mixer
Whiskey!! whiskey!! Never, never give me anything but gin’, he said with a shudder.
‘What’s wrong with whiskey?’ I asked.
hm… what can I say about whiskey? It’s dangerous. Alcohol is very bad for one’s system. Along with cigerettes, it is one of the most dangerous things you can do to your body. It will destroy your liver, which is vital to your survival. If you’re an alcoholic, you should get help from a family member, or a therapist. If you drink while in your punishment session, you’d do something like 40 push-ups, or owe someone money.
She downed the bottle before he could get those three little words out. How could he think that those overused and tired words would get him any nearer to her already torn heart? He had scarred and bruised her strongest organ. He couldn’t just waltz in the front door and expect her to fall into his arms like a jell-o mannequin. The burn in her throat was more than enough to send her over the edge. She’d had enough. Whiskey whispers whipped the waiting man and his whimpers broke the silence.
I don’t drink. My Mom went from drinking moderately once to drinking cocktails with friends -as a new fashion – got very sick from all these mixes and quit. Then started drinking moderately again. then I quit, then she quit. All for the better. And yet, while visiting once she tried some scotch – and didn’t like it.
alcohol. sparkling. long glass. luxury.
is a word that contains w,h,i,s,k,e,y. it is type of wine even shampaign comes under it it is not good for heath it causes a number of diease itcauses damage to liver it
i dream about whiskey, the single malt type stuff that seems steeped in tradition and a fantasy of the scottish isles that i long for in my soul. i want to be the warrior princess sitting by the fire after battle drinking down a dram of the stuff and cleaning my hands of blood, and reaching for the bairns to give them a kiss.
Drinking is all about losing control of yourself, forgetting something or maybe just trying to get rid of inhibitions. There is no point in drinking too much, though, It kills the goodness in you! and it also kills the sympathy and the love
The bitter burn as it slides down my throat snakes out into my aching limbs and down to my curled toes. I can’t take the heat, can’t take the smell or the taste or the sting of its touch. Yet she told me it would be ok, told me this was my fate, so I go along with the plan.
its an alcohol drink very strong… mostly for old men.. and it tastes really bitter.. nice mixed with coke.. there are different type eg. captain morgan and jack daniels
When I was little, my dad drank a lot. It caused a lot of the problems that him and my mom had. I’m sure there were other things, but that didn’t help. Wild Turkey, that was his favorite. He still drinks it occasionally; not often though.
whiskey tastes like petrol. Old men. Smells like petrol. Jack Daniels is okay diluted in a bucket of coke. Kinda looks like whiskers.
He downed another double of whiskey to numb the pain. He couldn’t have seen this coming, could he? Last night, they were the perfect couple, and now tonight, at the same time, they’re separated and will probably never see each other again.
This is the color of my jacket, that brownish-haze that I wrap myself in at night. This is the color of my stoop, when I sit and survey the world, their coldness around me. This is the color of his eyes as he leans in close to tell me all the words I wish I heard. This is the color of my dreams.
Thats whats sitting in my Dad’s fridge at home. He buys more everyday. Whiskey lullaby. Nasty alcohol.
bebo fumo escupo
todo el aliento que tengo es que convierto
bebo fumo escupo
por los ojos
lloro whiskey
intento.
Gerald never realized just how allergic to wasps he was until the night of the white pants. That’s what we all called it afterwards, anyway. Really, it could have been called the night of the reighndeer head mount, or maybe the afternoon of parcheezi. But I guess the white pants just fit better. Rolled off the tongue, you know?
Take a sip, feel this liquid running through your body. Take another one, the heat is coming. Talking gets so easy somehow. It seems like you feel all the marvelous things going on inside yourself. Maybe thats the reason why whskey is calles the water of life?
whiskey is one of the finest alcholic drinks made by man. A painstaking and careful process is required to be followed for the proper preparation of this drink.Whiskey can be had in many formats but a true lover always drinks neat.
I don’t drink. My Mom went from drinking moderately once to drinking cocktails with friends -as a new fashion – got very sick from all these mixes and quit. Then started drinking moderately again. then I quit, then she quit. All for the better. And yet, while visiting once she tries some Scottish scotch – and didn’t like it.
Whiskey is a delicious drink. Many do not enjoy the subtleties and differences between the various types. There are many. I love whiskey.
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I thought of the feel of my mother’s pallu against my cheek as the smooth whiskey burned down my throat. What is more comforting today, I know not. I only wish I had the key to it all.
It’s not just for cowboys anymore. There are barely any horses in our world, there are barely any train robbers anymore, but there’s still a proliferation of whiskey amongst men (usually, it seems) who are afraid to write or afraid to paint or afraid to commit to a pretty lady. Whiskey is for cowards who imagine themselves heroes.
made of grapes
Beer. Hah. Whiskey? What does it even taste like? Does it burn your throat? Send you into drunken sillyness? Is it bitter, or strong? What color is it? Why is it always associated with cowboys and rowdy Southern men? Whiskey. Mystery.
The redbirds calmly dipped down from the autumn skies, and soared high above the clouds through the thick, whiskey scented air. Soon, the last of the harvest would be gathered and the true holiday spirit would rise above all, settling like the redbirds on the stony bare trees.