By Popular Request.
Ingredients:
A citrus soda:
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Ingredients:
A citrus soda:
Diet for the diabetically inclined. Squirt, Sprite, 7Up also work.
Cheap-ass disgusting canadian whisky.
Find what's on sale. I guess I prefer Seagrams or Windsor, but they are top end stuff. (For CADCW.)
Follow closely:
In one (1) large glass (I prefer the 2011 edition Minnesota State Fair Holographic Goldy Gopher 32oz Refillable plastic), add 4 ice cubes (from local sparkling water, preferably origami-ed into something cool, like an albatross, or Darth Vader {Not whiny ass bitch Anakin. Darth Fucking Vader. And by the way, so, Luke went to Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru. Means that since what's-her-nuts, Anakin's mother, Zoidberg or some such, was never married, that they were Anakin's brother or sister, or in Alabama, both. Now Zoidberg was a slave chick, so how were Uncle Owen/Aunt Beru/Both not also slaves? And, since teh happy couple were moisture farmers on Tatooine, with enough money to give whiny ass bitch Luke a car, why couldn't they have bought back Zoidberg, I mean, their house had to have terrible issues with sand being tracked in. What I'm saying is, fuck that noise. Darth Vader. Or an albatross.})
Add 4-6 fingers of whisky.
Add 4-6 fingers of soda.
Now, very important. Add 4-6 fingers of whisky.
Drink until you have heartburn.
Every couple months, buy something drinkable. Prepare to lash out a couple quid.
Happy imbibing y'all!
If one should question my taste in mixed drinks, take into account that I am diabetic, and having a good beer, my real preference, is a rare event. If one should question my taste in whiskeys, you're wrong. The Jameson's Special Reserve is mighty, and the whole Glen Morangie family is bottled orgasm. (Anticipating the jokes, hush it.)