We ran out of beer last Friday, so we opened up the bottle of Captain Morgan Ruiner's dad replaced the Sailor Jerry he drank with. Yes, I know. But I'm not much of a rum guy anyway. Strangely I don't remember having a second drink but the bottle was in the bin in the morning.
Prior to that it was a bottle of Leopold Gourmel illicitly obtained via Par Avion. Smuggled into the US by the French resistance. My first french cognac. Very nice. Very very nice indeed.
"Pain is sometimes the price of laughter."-Oggar
"The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane"-Marcus Aurelius
And afterwords we can run amok! Or if you're too tired, we can walk amok.