A country song from several years ago is entitled, 'Straight Tequila Night,' which is about a woman who orders straight tequila at the bar whenever she is in a funk over a love gone awry.
I don't drink Tequila. It's just not my thing.
But I can handle the Scotch, Brandy, red wine, dark beer, and Jack Daniels. Sometimes a straight Black-Jack is the only thing that will do.
It's not that I am pining away over some love gone awry. At this stage of the game I am just glad that when I wake up in the morning I can still move and remember my name. It's actually not quite that bad, and I for SURE am not that old!
Oh, and by the way, yep, I got my Arturo Fuente cigar here too. Once I puff this thing down to within an inch of my mouth, and knock down another Black-Jack, I am off to bed.
You all have a great Friday night/Saturday morning.
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