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Will Baude posts today on another way to ruin perfectly good bourbon.
And today I was watching the Xmas episode of Futurama on DVD. Fry has this fantastic quote:
Every Christmas my mom would get a fresh goose, for gooseburgers, and my dad would whip up his special eggnog out of bourbon and ice cubes.
Now that’s my kind of eggnog!
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