So I dropped by the liquor store today because I was out of the old John Daniels, and that just won’t do. I was standing in front of the brown juice of love section, pondering if I wanted to pay $45 for a big jug of Jack, or go cheap and easy with my other boyfriend, James Beam.
An old man (much older than I usually like ‘em) came up next to me whilst I was pondering and reached out and grabbed himself a bottle of Mr. Daniels finely crafted Tennessee whiskey, and then he said “Ain’t nothing like old Jack on a cold winters day.” I told him that was so true, but I was almost thinking of a little Jim for a change.
The old man then said something so profound I swear I almost heard angels singing as the words flowed from his lips.
“Girl, there ain’t never been no good song or story written about a woman and Jim Beam.”
Cheers old man, and thanks for setting me straight.Tweet
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