"Robatoy" wrote:

A friend of mine makes us Turkey Manhattans... they're okay but
****s
you up real quick... must be that 101 proof deal.

Southern Conmfort. Go to bed sober, wake up hung over, or at least
that's the way it seemed back in the days of long ago.


For sippin' thing, my dad and I drank a couple of brandies of various
pedigree every evening for years. He's not allowed any more because of
his meds.

If I'm going to sip, it's Drambuie. Gotta keep those monks busy.

Lew