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| From the "Old Bushmills", the worlds oldest liscenced whiskey distillery(Licensed by King James I in 1608), Bushmills 10 and 16 year old single malts are the nectar of the gods. Now, don't get me wrong, I like good scotch, but it will never take the place of this rare old mountain dew. I realize i'm supporting the limeys by drinking this, and that I should be drinking Jameson single malt, but god damn it there is just no comparison. Sue me! |
| The taste? It has a sweet, spicy flavor with undertones of sherry, vanilla, heather honey, and lilac with a soft, dry finish. Simply put, it gives one a warm tingle from head to toe. It's delicious, no shit. |
| A couple a toasts, then: May those that love us, love us and those that don't may god turn their ankle so we know them by thier limp May you have warm words on a cold evening, A full moon on a dark night, And the road downhill all the way to your door. May you have food and raiment, A soft pillow for your head, May you be forty years in heaven Before the devil knows you're dead! Here's to you and yours and to mine and ours, And if mine and ours ever come across you and yours, I hope you and yours will do as much for mine and ours, As mine and ours have done for you and yours! May you live to be a hundred years With one extra year to repent! |
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| And a toast to one cool Irish fucker, Shane MacGowan. |
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| THE PARTING GLASS -Irish Trad. Of all the money that e'er I spent I I've spent it in good company And all the harm that ever I did Alas it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all If I had money enough to spend And leisure to sit awhile There is a fair maid in the townThat sorely has my heart beguiled Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips I own she has my heart enthralled So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had They're sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that e'er I had They'd wish me one more day to stay But since it falls unto my lot That I should rise and you should not I'll gently rise and softly call Good night and joy be with you all |