Know what the hardest part about drinking Single Malt Scotch is for me?
Having to choose between a 16-year-old Lagavulin Special Release, of which the bottle is nearly empty and a brand new bottle of 10-year-old Talisker.
If it's not Scottish, it's Crrrrap!
Decisions, decisions...
21 August 2007
Honest officer, I thought she was 18.
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Finer Things in Life,
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