So I was just wandering through my office (yeah, that's about as excited as I get about work these days) and I seriously got a whiff of whisky halfway between the water cooler and my desk.
The stages of my reaction to this:
1) Excitement, because I love whisky (specifically scotch, but let's not pretend I'm very picky)
2) Amusement, because I find real alcoholics pretty damn entertaining (in a pathetic way, of course) and I'd think it was really fantastic if there was one right here in the office with me
3) Concern...maybe that wasn't someone else I was smelling...
4) Satisfaction, because at least I have something to blog about today
5) Sadness, because that really shouldn't be what keeps me going in life
Oh come on, Ben, you know you just want to tell everyone about your new blog:
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Gash scented whiskey? My word... that's fantastically nasty. But in a baddish-good sort of way.
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