My grandfather was my hero not just because he was my grandfather but he was truly a hero. He came up during the Depression when the good stuff was Canadian Rye because you wouldn't literally die from it which wasn't the case with bathtub stuff. He started plying me with it when I was single digits. Nothing seemed to put a smile on his face more than getting me drunk which would piss of my parents (bonus).
So I frequently raise a toast to this great man with Crown Royal - his favorite. But then I'll move on to something I like.
So I frequently raise a toast to this great man with Crown Royal - his favorite. But then I'll move on to something I like.
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