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I should preface this entry by saying that I don’t know an awful lot about whiskey, or whisky for that matter. An example: I am well aware that there are fundamental, significant differences between the two, but I couldn’t tell you what they are, other than “Whisky” might also be referred to as “scotch.” To be honest, I’m not even certain that’s completely correct.
One thing that I do know however: whiskey, or whisky, is God-damned manly.
The little that I do know about the drink is separated into a little self-made heirarchy of manliness that I have to admit is my own creation, based upon my own ignorance and subjective idea of manliness. That bottom-shelf cheap whiskey? Meh. It’ll get you drunk, probably into a good fight or two. It’s manly for it’s own purposes, but as whiskeys go, it’s kinda whatever. After that, you’ve got your mixin’ whiskeys and your shootin’ whiskeys. Shootin’ whiskey tends to be manlier than mixin’ it, based on the fact that you’re not watering down the ol’ fire juice.
Yeah, I know that none of this makes any sense. It doesn’t fucking matter, either.
Point is, drinking whiskey, in whatever form you’re getting into at any particular time, makes you look like a man. The moment right before you shoot it, when you catch its odors pouring from the glass and into your nose, you’ve got just a waft of fear in your eyes. And then boom–down the hatch. Like magic, the fear is gone. The slow burn of it draws your lips back, causes your eyes to close. For a moment, you feel like you might breathe fire. The second, third shots come a little easier, and they’re not nearly as satisfying, either. And this is where the manliness comes in.
You’re clearly drunk. Do you get in a fight, or do you just go home without incident? Of course, whether or not you’re considered to be manly in either situation depends upon the specifics and, perhaps more importantly, the company you’re keeping. Whiskey’s good for a few bruised knuckles here and there. Whether they’re caused by a thrown punch at some guy or a wall is neither here nor there; the point is that they’re fucking whiskey punches.
In the end, one thing’s for certain: drink too much whiskey, and you’re likely to get a bad case of the ol’ brewer’s droop. Not that you’d want to get laid while you’re super-high on whiskey anyhow. Come to think of it, I’ve never heard anyone say, “I’m going to drink a shit-ton of Maker’s and get some poontang.”
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