Sounds yizzle fo shiznitchel.
Bourbon is Arnica's latest favorite liver lobotomizer. One glass, 6 cubes of ice, good (or bad-- it really doesn't matter) bourbon, and that is all you need... twice a night, all day Saturday while mowing the lawn and listening to NPR, and, pretty much all of Sunday too.
Thursday, April 17
Yes, please.
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My dad loved his bourbon, too. In fact, a few days before he died, he held a meeting in his room with me and two of my sisters. He wanted to hear who we were going to call when he died, who was invited to the memorial, who wasn't to be invited, etc. Among other detailed instructions, he told us to be sure we served bourbon!
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