bourbon strikes me as grittier. it's the five o'clock shadow, white tee shirt and blues guitar sort of grit. certainly not princely, but honorable in its own right, according to an old and venerable tradition. me thinks you'll fit in well in Nashvul.
I'm swinging life away at school studying religion and theology and social theory and philosophy and and and it all runs together anyway.
Please don't hold me to some standard of erudition or critical accuracy here. These are my casual rantings and shoot from the hip mass analyses. They are pseudo-intellectual and pseudo-"scientific" and sloppy and silly.
This is a place for me to vent knee-jerk intuitions, present ridiculous speculations, and simply connect with you virtually, which is to say, really.
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And the one who serves brandy must be a kingmaker, then.
I do aspire, but I'm drinking port right now. What I really want to know is what drinking bourbon makes you.
bourbon strikes me as grittier. it's the five o'clock shadow, white tee shirt and blues guitar sort of grit. certainly not princely, but honorable in its own right, according to an old and venerable tradition. me thinks you'll fit in well in Nashvul.
True, but bourbon has the hipster cachet going for it right now. Tequila too, but how many aristocratic pretensions can one assign to booze?
I most certainly will not fit in well in Nashville!
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