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Once in college when I was sick....
***Yet another random life story***
As a freshman in college I was puttering through the local convenience/liquor shop. Gathering ginger ale, honey, and lemon juice. Hacking my lungs up and sneezing my brains out, while I shopped.
When I got the counter, the old man running the place added a pint flask of whiskey to the pile.
"I know what you're making, you'll need this too."
I looked at him in amazement, because he had a rep for being hard core about selling alcohol to underage folks.
"It's medicinal. You don't want to drink this stuff for real"
After I was well, I tried it straight and boy was he right. It was some of the worst whiskey I've ever had.
As a freshman in college I was puttering through the local convenience/liquor shop. Gathering ginger ale, honey, and lemon juice. Hacking my lungs up and sneezing my brains out, while I shopped.
When I got the counter, the old man running the place added a pint flask of whiskey to the pile.
"I know what you're making, you'll need this too."
I looked at him in amazement, because he had a rep for being hard core about selling alcohol to underage folks.
"It's medicinal. You don't want to drink this stuff for real"
After I was well, I tried it straight and boy was he right. It was some of the worst whiskey I've ever had.