Cold as ice, the refreshing whisky trickles down your throat with a coolness you could never imagine. “Is this a special kind of whisky?” you ask the bartender. “No,” he says, smiling, “It’s just Buddweiser.”
It is bad when you’re under age. You should not drink it! It burns your throat when you drink it by yourself. It smells and tastes disgusting. You basically get sick from it and have a horrible hangover. But hey it makes everyone else looks good.
whiskey is a drink. it may also refer to the whiskers of something as being “Whiskey” or perhaps it’s when someone whisks food. “They’re being very whiskey” Maybe then, this goes into someone’s emotional state of being as “They are over emotional, and very whiskey today!”
Whiskey is a dark liquor known for it’s strong burning sensation as you swallow it. Some popular whiskey distributors are Jack Daniels, Maker’s Mark, and Jameson.
I’ve got some whiskey, in my whiskey, I’v got some heartache in my heart. These days use to fly like warm apple pie but lately they’ve seem a little damp. No, bite, you know?
He sat at the bar, tired beyond all belief. God, but he worked hard today. He thought back to when he was young, when he was full of energy. Those days were gone.
Amber fluid in the squat glass…sloshes a bit from side to side as it’s slid in front of me. The fumes hit my nose before the liquid hits my lips. I feel the rush that’s going to hit my bloodstream and I take a long gulp. It burns as it slides over my teeth and down my throat.
He had two friends: Mr. Probation Officer and Lt. Whiskey. Mr. PO ordered him around far more than the Lt. And yet he always felt it was his duty to listen when the Lt. made his meager demands of him. 12 bucks at the gas station and 30 minutes in the bathroom were fair trade for the rewards Lt. Whiskey bestowed on his chest. A sharp pinch and that shiny badge the Lt. wanted him to display was worth more to him than any plastic coin in his pocket could ever be.
Tear me up from the outside in. Keep your mouth on the bottle, and I’ll keep my head buried in the ground. Tell me you don’t have a problem, and I’ll add more chains to bind me to the ground. The longer you avoid your problems, the longer I’ll shy away from my dreams. Pull your head out of the whisky, and some day, I’ll fly.
Never liked whiskey. It tastes too much like swallowing fire as it travels down my throat. I don’t like swallowing fire. I would rather suffer a cool death than a burning one. Isn’t that a much nicer way to go? Cold as ice and untouchable rather than a burning wreck.
this word reminds me of him . they way he would sit on the porch at 2 in the morning with a full moon shining down on him drinking up his friend. Good old whiskey
There was nothing like it in this world or the next. That smooth amber sap that clung to the insides and set them ablaze. It was the only thing that got her through the meetings and the school plays, the dull drone of her husband’s voice at dinner and the long hours spent sleeplessly staring at the flashing line on the monitor–a constant reminder that she hadn’t typed a word. Despite the writer’s block there was one thing she felt like jotting down: her signature on the divorce papers. But, whiskey cautioned against it with every sip, and so she sat nodding as he told her about the hassles of the accounting mix up at work. With a vague gesture she stopped her daughter’s mash potato art project and glanced out the window with a sigh. The bottle was almost empty…maybe she’d sign tonight.
His whiskey breath radiated off of him in the sweet stink I knew to be fatherhood and late nights. I didn’t hate my father like this, or dislike him. In fact, he was milder and kinder in this state than ever. he called me darling, stroked my hair, let me curl into his leather jacket with the pungent smell.
This is something that I can think about with memories of pain and not react in the usual manner. Run, hide, destruct. Feelings of guilt surround this word because of its impact on family. Wish I could replay the season whiskey rode whacko in our family world.
She walked into the bar and sat down. “Hey Baby,” some drunk spoke to her with alcohol on his breath. “if you value your face, stop talking to me. ” She had just finished stealing cargo from a moving train and was in no mood to deal with anyone. “Whiskey, straight up,” she said to the bartender.
the cup of whiskey was there, in his hand, waiting for him, waiting for him to welcome it in, for him to drown his sorrows in its amber liquid. but he didn’t drink it. It no longer had a hold over him. Whiskey was no longer the answer
I just did this one. Are all the words on this website whiskey? Hmmm…I don’t really like whiskey so this is odd. I’m also not 21 so legally I should never have had whiskey. But whatever. I’m in college. Whiskey. Can I have another word please?
is a spirit a alcholic drink not nice and reminds me of cats whiskers. I always forget it has an e in it. his also sounds like a snake. these put me off. it is dark coloured. and smells like my grandma. old people drink it. crystal glasses hold it best.
There were about twenty bottles of whiskey at the bar. To JIm they all looked alike. But Jim looked over at other people sitting at the bar. He had a feeling that they knew how each whiskey differed from the other and what made each one unique.
alcoholic beverage goes with wine and then you just put it into a glass and drink it maybe after eating some food yummy food from a recipe that you eat for dinner a cake and some meat you need carbohydrate meat and vegetables in your meal and then you drink whiskey is whiskey also a colour? it might be grey
Really? I just complained to someone today about the romanticism of whiskey and it’s the first word that pops up here. I’m not buying it. I don’t think it makes you badass, I don’t think it makes you a cowboy. I think that you’re just having a little difficulty accepting that men aren’t necessarily heros anymore. So you drink to cover up the smell of cowardice on your breath. That’s alright, I love you anyway.
I hate whiskey. This makes me so not inspired to write anything for today. I wasn’t in the mood anyway, even though I’ve been trying to keep up. So the end.
Alcoholic, yeast, dumb, draining, kill, dui, car crash, smells, horrible, life ending, ex boyfriend, last night expensive, bad, worse, don’t like it, ends lives, hurt, pain, run, escape, hide, terror, mean, sad, drunk, lies, nasty,
It’s bitter and overpowering at the same time. It builds like fire at the back of my throat, mingles with my body in a slow warming glow. The bottle is only half empty, but I don’t think I’ll make it to the end.
gross. “real men drink whiskey.” or something like that. real men don’t need to run away from their fears or shitty lives by getting drunk, and they sure as fuck aren’t drinking whiskey for the hell of it. real men drink girly drinks because they’re brave enough to admit the truth; cranberry juice with raspberry smirnoff is just better.
She knocked back another class, feeling the burn go down her throat and warm her belly. How could this have happened to her? She relived the moment over and over in her head and called for another fe fingers to clam her down and wash the blood from her mouth.
Whiskey was the first thing I ever snuck from the liquor cabinet.
I guess other poeple’s parents do this thing where they give their kid a drink at a young age so that they think it’s gross at spit it out and forever is the memory of alcohol is vile.
Same with the whiskey. It burned out all my nose hairs and became the only thing I ever snuck from the liquor cabinet.
“Blumb, blump, blamp” go the children up the stairs. Wooden. Wherever did these people come from wonders mother. Father is asleep, and doesn’t care. The squeaking metal of the candle lamps hang above doors all down the sharp-lit street.
hehe, I’ve not drunk whisky in a while. its the national drink of my country and I have a variety of experiences with it. Sometimes warm and fuzzy, sometimes nice slow drink. other times tears and other times messy messy night. Oh to drink a whisky
Cold as ice, the refreshing whisky trickles down your throat with a coolness you could never imagine. “Is this a special kind of whisky?” you ask the bartender. “No,” he says, smiling, “It’s just Buddweiser.”
It is bad when you’re under age. You should not drink it! It burns your throat when you drink it by yourself. It smells and tastes disgusting. You basically get sick from it and have a horrible hangover. But hey it makes everyone else looks good.
whiskey is a drink. it may also refer to the whiskers of something as being “Whiskey” or perhaps it’s when someone whisks food. “They’re being very whiskey” Maybe then, this goes into someone’s emotional state of being as “They are over emotional, and very whiskey today!”
I was just studying for a test on John. A. Macdonald. He would like this. The word, I mean.
Whiskey is a dark liquor known for it’s strong burning sensation as you swallow it. Some popular whiskey distributors are Jack Daniels, Maker’s Mark, and Jameson.
I’ve got some whiskey, in my whiskey, I’v got some heartache in my heart. These days use to fly like warm apple pie but lately they’ve seem a little damp. No, bite, you know?
It scorched her mouth like whiskey. Terrible words that no one needed to hear. She’s sick of whiskey.
He sat at the bar, tired beyond all belief. God, but he worked hard today. He thought back to when he was young, when he was full of energy. Those days were gone.
Amber fluid in the squat glass…sloshes a bit from side to side as it’s slid in front of me. The fumes hit my nose before the liquid hits my lips. I feel the rush that’s going to hit my bloodstream and I take a long gulp. It burns as it slides over my teeth and down my throat.
He had two friends: Mr. Probation Officer and Lt. Whiskey. Mr. PO ordered him around far more than the Lt. And yet he always felt it was his duty to listen when the Lt. made his meager demands of him. 12 bucks at the gas station and 30 minutes in the bathroom were fair trade for the rewards Lt. Whiskey bestowed on his chest. A sharp pinch and that shiny badge the Lt. wanted him to display was worth more to him than any plastic coin in his pocket could ever be.
Tear me up from the outside in. Keep your mouth on the bottle, and I’ll keep my head buried in the ground. Tell me you don’t have a problem, and I’ll add more chains to bind me to the ground. The longer you avoid your problems, the longer I’ll shy away from my dreams. Pull your head out of the whisky, and some day, I’ll fly.
Never liked whiskey. It tastes too much like swallowing fire as it travels down my throat. I don’t like swallowing fire. I would rather suffer a cool death than a burning one. Isn’t that a much nicer way to go? Cold as ice and untouchable rather than a burning wreck.
this word reminds me of him . they way he would sit on the porch at 2 in the morning with a full moon shining down on him drinking up his friend. Good old whiskey
There was nothing like it in this world or the next. That smooth amber sap that clung to the insides and set them ablaze. It was the only thing that got her through the meetings and the school plays, the dull drone of her husband’s voice at dinner and the long hours spent sleeplessly staring at the flashing line on the monitor–a constant reminder that she hadn’t typed a word. Despite the writer’s block there was one thing she felt like jotting down: her signature on the divorce papers. But, whiskey cautioned against it with every sip, and so she sat nodding as he told her about the hassles of the accounting mix up at work. With a vague gesture she stopped her daughter’s mash potato art project and glanced out the window with a sigh. The bottle was almost empty…maybe she’d sign tonight.
haha i think this is hilarious
His whiskey breath radiated off of him in the sweet stink I knew to be fatherhood and late nights. I didn’t hate my father like this, or dislike him. In fact, he was milder and kinder in this state than ever. he called me darling, stroked my hair, let me curl into his leather jacket with the pungent smell.
Whiskey must be the only drink that actually warms you up and burns you without actually being hot…handy little thing to have.
This is something that I can think about with memories of pain and not react in the usual manner. Run, hide, destruct. Feelings of guilt surround this word because of its impact on family. Wish I could replay the season whiskey rode whacko in our family world.
She walked into the bar and sat down. “Hey Baby,” some drunk spoke to her with alcohol on his breath. “if you value your face, stop talking to me. ” She had just finished stealing cargo from a moving train and was in no mood to deal with anyone. “Whiskey, straight up,” she said to the bartender.
the cup of whiskey was there, in his hand, waiting for him, waiting for him to welcome it in, for him to drown his sorrows in its amber liquid. but he didn’t drink it. It no longer had a hold over him. Whiskey was no longer the answer
I just did this one. Are all the words on this website whiskey? Hmmm…I don’t really like whiskey so this is odd. I’m also not 21 so legally I should never have had whiskey. But whatever. I’m in college. Whiskey. Can I have another word please?
is a spirit a alcholic drink not nice and reminds me of cats whiskers. I always forget it has an e in it. his also sounds like a snake. these put me off. it is dark coloured. and smells like my grandma. old people drink it. crystal glasses hold it best.
I’d rather have a whiskey sour than have to endure another failed relationship. AH, precious whiskey! How you will never leave me!
I could use some right now. Alcohol seems to be the answer to depression right?
There were about twenty bottles of whiskey at the bar. To JIm they all looked alike. But Jim looked over at other people sitting at the bar. He had a feeling that they knew how each whiskey differed from the other and what made each one unique.
Burn. Buzz. Regret. Rinse. Repeat.
alcoholic beverage goes with wine and then you just put it into a glass and drink it maybe after eating some food yummy food from a recipe that you eat for dinner a cake and some meat you need carbohydrate meat and vegetables in your meal and then you drink whiskey is whiskey also a colour? it might be grey
My parents are arguing right now. Whiskey has nothing to do with it, but it makes me uneasy. Fate is aganst me.
It makes people feel proud, sneaking it from thier parent’s closet. It makes them feel badass.
Me?
I’ll stick to chocolate.
It poured down his throat, burning like Hell. “Come here” he said. “Come to me.”
I hope…..
Really? I just complained to someone today about the romanticism of whiskey and it’s the first word that pops up here. I’m not buying it. I don’t think it makes you badass, I don’t think it makes you a cowboy. I think that you’re just having a little difficulty accepting that men aren’t necessarily heros anymore. So you drink to cover up the smell of cowardice on your breath. That’s alright, I love you anyway.
I hate whiskey. This makes me so not inspired to write anything for today. I wasn’t in the mood anyway, even though I’ve been trying to keep up. So the end.
long hall full of obstacles.
a flood.
now everything is gone and the hall is clean.
now I can sing.
Alcoholic, yeast, dumb, draining, kill, dui, car crash, smells, horrible, life ending, ex boyfriend, last night expensive, bad, worse, don’t like it, ends lives, hurt, pain, run, escape, hide, terror, mean, sad, drunk, lies, nasty,
It’s bitter and overpowering at the same time. It builds like fire at the back of my throat, mingles with my body in a slow warming glow. The bottle is only half empty, but I don’t think I’ll make it to the end.
gross. “real men drink whiskey.” or something like that. real men don’t need to run away from their fears or shitty lives by getting drunk, and they sure as fuck aren’t drinking whiskey for the hell of it. real men drink girly drinks because they’re brave enough to admit the truth; cranberry juice with raspberry smirnoff is just better.
She knocked back another class, feeling the burn go down her throat and warm her belly. How could this have happened to her? She relived the moment over and over in her head and called for another fe fingers to clam her down and wash the blood from her mouth.
Whiskey was the first thing I ever snuck from the liquor cabinet.
I guess other poeple’s parents do this thing where they give their kid a drink at a young age so that they think it’s gross at spit it out and forever is the memory of alcohol is vile.
Same with the whiskey. It burned out all my nose hairs and became the only thing I ever snuck from the liquor cabinet.
“Blumb, blump, blamp” go the children up the stairs. Wooden. Wherever did these people come from wonders mother. Father is asleep, and doesn’t care. The squeaking metal of the candle lamps hang above doors all down the sharp-lit street.
hehe, I’ve not drunk whisky in a while. its the national drink of my country and I have a variety of experiences with it. Sometimes warm and fuzzy, sometimes nice slow drink. other times tears and other times messy messy night. Oh to drink a whisky