Straight home today. Emptied and filled the dishwasher. Made my lunch for tomorrow. Lit a fire. Poured myself a fucking whisky.
Wiser's Small Batch. It was on sale. Here are my tasting notes - shit is 43.4%. Hits you like Todd Motherfucking Bertuzzi, like a brakeless freight train on a snow covered downgrade.
Guess I will watch the hockey on tv. Be lucky if I make it to the third period.
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