The compound is under construction. Gathering enough plywood, galvanized tin and used trailers takes time, not to mention stockpiling all the shotgun ammo, canned goods and bourbon.
She has no limbs, but she is about to will herself to that bourbon, by god.
Here to help...
Plastered by osmosis?
(sniff sniff)Jack Daniels, about 3 fingers worth, rocks, no mixer.Am I close?
Black Jack Daniels, 3 fingers, rocks, no mixer. She's such a pussy. I like mine neat. That is when I was drinking, in the olden days.
Utah, well then...you know the ice releases more of the bourbon aroma and flavor as it melts, right? SkylersDad, dang, you're close--it's Wild Turkey 101 on the rocks, no mixer! My grandfather would spin in his grave like a top if he thought I was mixing.Randal, not plastered--pleasantly buzzed, yes.Megan, thanks!Johnny, uncanny--just moments after that picture was snapped that glass was empty!
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