A comment to Rings and Whiskey
If you are confused about why the hell I named the previous post 'Rings and Whiskey', well don't be scared because I am going to tell you the truth. When you buy a bottle of Whiskey from the LQ and bring it home, your intentions are to drink it with friends and maybe any pets if you can force them. However, if you are by yourself and with a bottle of Kentucky Gentlemen in hand, the only sure course of action is to head to the bottom. Once there, I have found that I begin to see rings and they float about in a rather sparatic motion. The game is to see how many you can jump through before you see all black. Just fucking with you. That has nothing to do with true orgin of the name, but it sounds like something fun to do. By the way and before I continue, if you are not a friend or family member releated at least slightly to me, DONT continue reading. I wasn't kidding about you catching a virus and dying. Your soul will literally combust, you will burn for about two hours, then you will be worth nothing. If that's what you want then that is sad and I only will have small amounts of pitty for you.
Actually all it really has to do with is pretty simple. I sat at the beach bar at Costal Real in Cancun drinking a very large amount of Kentucky Gentlemen while talking with one of the local bartenders. His name was Julio I believe and he noticed the sterling silver elvish ring I had on one of my fingers. I let him borrow it to show all the other bartenders and believe it or not they were blown away. It was almost like they had never seen a ring like that before and they became hypnotized. He liked it so much that he asked me how much or what he could trade for it. I simply told him in my broken and very drunk spanish that if he had another ring that would be really cool. Imagine how amazing it would be to trade rings with someone from another country. I think it would be cool at least. Sad thing was the Mexican ring he wanted to trade me was sitting in his apartment in downtown Cancun several miles to the South, or at least that was what he said. I told him simply to bring it the following day and the trade will be done right then and there, all over another glass of Kentucky Gentlemen. Unfotunately, he neglected to grab the ring on his way out he said and I could tell he was honestly upset. I decided to just give him the ring anyways and it turned out to be quite a fun experience. I got the best service from all the bartenders, learned about the local culute, best fishing spots and got drunk. I have to many rings anyways, and he looked like he could use one.
He probably used it as a fishing lure anyways. Damnit. Well, Whiskey and Rings as I say.
Actually all it really has to do with is pretty simple. I sat at the beach bar at Costal Real in Cancun drinking a very large amount of Kentucky Gentlemen while talking with one of the local bartenders. His name was Julio I believe and he noticed the sterling silver elvish ring I had on one of my fingers. I let him borrow it to show all the other bartenders and believe it or not they were blown away. It was almost like they had never seen a ring like that before and they became hypnotized. He liked it so much that he asked me how much or what he could trade for it. I simply told him in my broken and very drunk spanish that if he had another ring that would be really cool. Imagine how amazing it would be to trade rings with someone from another country. I think it would be cool at least. Sad thing was the Mexican ring he wanted to trade me was sitting in his apartment in downtown Cancun several miles to the South, or at least that was what he said. I told him simply to bring it the following day and the trade will be done right then and there, all over another glass of Kentucky Gentlemen. Unfotunately, he neglected to grab the ring on his way out he said and I could tell he was honestly upset. I decided to just give him the ring anyways and it turned out to be quite a fun experience. I got the best service from all the bartenders, learned about the local culute, best fishing spots and got drunk. I have to many rings anyways, and he looked like he could use one.
He probably used it as a fishing lure anyways. Damnit. Well, Whiskey and Rings as I say.
posted by Z at 9:14 PM
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