I understand there are a number of delicious rum-based drinks out there.
Dark & Stormys!!
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I understand there are a number of delicious rum-based drinks out there.
Dark & Stormys!!
Never had a bad experience with gin. It just started out tasting bad.
I am ita! But I am now willing to try fancy-schmancy cocktails made with gin, so I may be stepping back from my Gin = Ew stance.
Beer, however, still tastes ugh. No matter what type I've tried. waits for Steph/nutria in the Steph suit to disown me
My bad experience was with vodka. Screwdrivers specifically, which I haven't touched since although I'll drink other cocktails with vodka.
More gin for me, then!
Apparently I have cast-iron tastebuds. I've gotten violently ill from too much of one alcoholic drink, and food poisoning from one particular food item gone slightly off, and still consume both without flinching.
Apparently my stomach, my tongue and my brain all have a great working relationship; they've all agreed that, meh, it was just that once, the thing in question is too delicious just to stop cold turkey, and the tongue and brain will just have to be more alert from now on and be ready to halt the next shipment to the stomach the instant things seem hinky.
Cashmere, thanks for that nice comprehensive list of extremely rank and suspicious items. I wonder how Annalee's discussion with Fast Eddie is going.
waits for Steph/nutria in the Steph suit to disown me
Nah, just means more beer for us nutria.
Unrelatedly, we've (at work) just determined that the genesis of curling had to be alcohol-based.
I don't want to know the real story, so save your links for someone who's open to the "truth."
The only times in my life I've ever been hungover, vodka martinis were to blame. So even though I love them, I do not drink vodka martinis anymore.
In high school a friend and I drank 3/4 of a bottle of Southern Comfort, chased with a fountain coke. My lips were numb before we were done. I can't even look at a bottle anymore.
I don't want to know the real story, so save your links for someone who's open to the "truth."
I'm told the first recorded game involved angry monks. Seriously.
Amy is me. Only I did 14 shots of the stuff one night and cannot even say the name without throwing up in my mouth.