Scotchy scotch scotch. PART DUEX posted 11/15/2012 1:47:04 PM
For whatever reason I can't comment on my last blog, so here are the responses to your comments:
Dhampy, I haven't a clue where is was distilled. It was Red Label. Frankly, I'm happy I remembered that detail. Also, lel.
Dabs, I hereby dodge all objects. So far as I can tell, my video game skills don't get any worse as my alcohol levels rise. We played Mario Kart all night and I only got not-first once (4 BLUE SHELLS IN ONE RACE. LIKE, DAFUQ, MANG). So it's safe to assume that my reflexes wouldn't suffer either. And because of this conversation, I'll probably visit Scotland someday to visit the land of my forefathers. Forefathers, and to drink good Scotch. Forefathers, but more importantly to drink good Scotch.
Green, you seem like a slut. Apparently, I'm somewhat dangerous. I threw salt into someone's eye and found both their hidden air-soft gun and slingshot. No one was drastically hurt with those though.
Bend, I'll definitely try that. But in like two decades when I can afford it.
I turned 21 on the second. My friends threw a little party for me last weekend. It was pretty rad. We had some cotton candy flavoured vodka, Jager (which tastes like black licorice), Peppermint schnappes, and Red Label Scotch. The Scotch was amazing. I love scotch. It's the best. Beer is pretty damn nasty. Can't stand the taste. I didn't much enjoy the other drinks, but they got me drunk. So that was enough.
But yeah, I really like Scotch. Also, if I drink enough, I apparently start talking with a thick Scottish accent. We fought, we drank, we made our ancestors proud.