whiskey and ginger, whiskey and sour, whiskey with ice and whiskey on it’s own. I always thought only men drank whiskey but it’s not about gender, it’s about personality and what you want.
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boo
Ah, whiskey. A pleasant, sometimes daily experience for the rich; a gift worth millions to the poor. So what is so great about whiskey? Well it gets you drunk, which is what most gullible businessmen do when they fail to get a good contract in on time.
Shodai24
a drink that contains a lot of alcohol. people in books like to drink it a lot to solve problems of distant pasts. i think of some old guy with a brown beard and mustache drinking away in a bar somewhere. maybe a hillbilly, maybe not
Lisa
It was not often . Not often at all that she witnessed the sighr. Everynight she went out dancing, it was her release. His was of a different form. A liquid. A liquid that nearly killed him
sarah
His breath was tainted with the scent of stale whiskey and forgotten promises. The promise to put down the bottle forever was one that he had soon forgotten. And so was the promise of faith in a God above who watched over his family, when his youngest son was killed in a brutal fight. He cared no more about what the punishment might be for drowning his sorrows in whiskey and cheap wine.
Anonymous
That’s the way he always came home. Whiskey was his escape, though I always saw it as a weakness. He never dealt with his problems, decided that drinking was an easier way out, that maybe if he got drunk his life would be a dream and one day he would wake up and everything would be okay. When I tell people about this, they often stare at me with disbelieving eyes, wondering why I was involved with such a man. I never really had an answer for this – why didn’t I leave? It would have been simple enough to just walk out the door, suitcase in hand, but I didn’t.
Ella
the whiskey (s)he drank burned all the way down
yet (s)hee continued to empty the bottle
oblivious to the day or time
only craving that fix his(er) body needed so badly
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Whiskey is disgusting. I’ve never tasted it nor do I ever plan to. I think all liquor is pointless and disgusting. I think drinking in general is a bad idea unless you can do it in moderation, and the second it gets out of hand, it needs to be stopped entirely. There are wayyyy too many alcoholics in the world, so alcohol should just be illegal.
Jared
Makes me feel happy like when listening to kings of leon who say there music is inspired by christian rock and Jack Daniel’s. Some how it seems contradictory but i like it none the less.
Grug
The whiskey burned as it went down her throat. Maybe it would burn away the numbness that she felt. How could this have happened? Why was it happening to her? Who was stalking her? Who was killing her friends? Why what had she done?
Becky
I think of my father…but not like you might think. My dad is not an abusive alcoholic, no. A few years ago he was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes and had to give up beer. Now he drinks Jameson with soda water every so often because it keeps his sugar down. He lets me have a sip if I want.
Alanna Fusco
Warm liquid
Held in the glass
Iced just right
Slides smoothly down my throat
Killing the nerves
Ending the tension for the moment
Yielding to my whims.
drink drink drink, and it might just make everything alright. Hide behind the dark taste of whiskey, if you’re scared, nervous, sad, whatever, just have a bit to drink and maybe it’ll all be alright. you might just have more fun if you’re drunk anyways.
There are tears in my eyes, burning in my throat. I don’t know why I do it to myself. But then I feel that stale numbness melt through me, the warmth taking away the pain and the need. And yes it hurts, but I enjoy it.
I was sitting there in my living room. It was dark. The only thing that was going on in the room was my depression worsening as the bottle got emptier. The light of the fire made me feel warm, but the whiskey made me feel cold.
Jeff
whiskey in the jar; whiskey is brown and sunny, tastes bad and makes people vomit… however, it looks great in the light and if poured into great crystal glasses.
aejashi
One last shot won’t kill me. Does it even matter anymore? Whiskey lost it’s effects on me long ago. I don’t drink to get drunk. I drink out of habit, out of trying to forget all of the pain, misery that has seemed to plague my life.
whiskey gives him whiskers, like a kitten too tired to do anything but cuddle. and maybe suckle a bit on the bottle like a warm nipple.
Danielle
alcohol. drunkenness. bar rooms bar room smashing. APUSH class. school. friends. family. travel. foreign exchange. oman. waiting.
emma
alcohol drink which can provide you with a pleasure of life and gift you happy moments. i don’t like whiskey so i don’t drink it..
Ana
whiskey. Retarded people like to shout “Whiskey!!” at the top of their lungs. Whiskeys is ok, I guess- I like rum better personally.I don’t really want to write about whiskey. There should be an alcoholic beverage that…umm….I was going to say is spicy, but I think those exist already
My grandfather drank the best whiskey he could find, and nothing else. He always told me whiskey was the real man’s drink, and he refused to drink anything else. That is probably why I have always hated it so much-becuase he loved it.
kait
I like to use the word “whiskey” instead of “smile” when taking a picture, especially when it’s adults in the pose. It’s less childish somehow. What expressions do you use to take a picture? Hmmm. I wonder.
Charles
whiskey, the burning liquid fire went down his throat, sending heat and energy into every nerve. The cold night was driven away, the pain of his wounds, the pain of his thoughts. They were all driven away.
Sheridan
He sat upon the barstool with his big leather boots and a cowboy hat that nearly fell over his freckled face. With dimples creasing as he smiled, little Sam put his hand on the bar and asked the pretty barmaid for some whiskey. Of course, he was far too young for real alcohol, so she grabbed out some apple juice and poured it for him.
Ryciera
whiskey cola, pirates, the smell of it on some guys breath. the raw taste the bitterness the burn going down your throat. whisking you away to another place and time whiskey
Nat
Too much whiskey, and you’ll be signing “Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly. And the dream that you dare to why oh why can’t I? One day I wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops high above the chimney tops, that’s where you’ll find me.” This is what happens when I listen to that song and try to write.
Whiskey is a drink in which i see a lot of where i live, it isn’t tasteful or light it’s very rough around the edges and hard. It’s delicious none the less. But i guess old men like it more then young ladies.
I already wrote about this word. It had to do with warm, wild summer nights and drinking and laughing until you cry. Apple juice and whiskey go well together, don’t you think? Lady Gaga loves whiskey, and Rihanna sings about it. There’s something masculine and sexy about whiskey, like five o’clock shadows and the smell of a great, musky cologne.
Rachael
whiskey? sigh. i’m a proud Muslim, and whiskey is prohibited in islam. well, to think again, there’s at least an obvious reason why it is prohibited in my religion. it brings more harm than benefits.
shiela
Desire went down the boulevard thinking of the plot in her mind with such intensity she had not realized the subtly of how her environment was transforming into a realm so convoluted and destroyed. Soon she realized her error. Only then it was too late, in her heart she fled like a crow covered in ash, but the whiskey stain of her blood seeping through her heart kept her in destruction.
whiskey is one of those things i should probably like, but i don’t. because the smell is so over-whelming, and it reeks of how sick i feel after a night of drinking whiskey. mixing it with other things never helps, either. it adds this vomity taste to coffee, and overall, even though i know i shouldn’t hate it, i can’t help but surrender to my senses.
Mary
we love to drink whiskey. it is a man drink. he always drink it when we go to bed, his breath always smells on wiskey, but I love it I don’t mind it.
bibi
He drank the whiskey and cried. He cried and cried and cried. Because she was gone. He could hear her dress ruffling and her singing every once in a while, but he knew it was a lie. She was truly gone. Dead. Forever gone. He wouldn’t see her again.
Colleen
Drinkin’ whiskey out the bottle, not thinkin’ bout tomorrow, singin’ sweet home alabama all summer long…..
He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and walked right through the door. Where he went, I don’t know. But I miss him. The alcohol made him mean and rude, but I still loved him. Part of me wishes I ran after him that night, but part of me knew that I shouldn’t have to deal with that. Maybe I deserve better.
On his breath, it lingers. Cutting through the air in between them. She regards him with love, the whiskey, with contempt. It ruins him. It betrays her. It terrifies her. It ruins both of them. But there is nothing to be done, but love, and try to move forward.
a alchoholic drink that gets people drunk. it can be mixed with other drinks to make mixed drinks. it is sold a liquor stores where you must be 21 years to buy it. it is used at parties, holidays, weddings, and other celebrations. whiskey is hard liquor and was usually drunk in the past days.
whiskey and ginger, whiskey and sour, whiskey with ice and whiskey on it’s own. I always thought only men drank whiskey but it’s not about gender, it’s about personality and what you want.
jack daniels turkey bourbon tennessee gentlemen brown aged barrels oak distillery no 7 janis joplin drunk booze alcohol party drinking sour coke orange juice kentucky
Ah, whiskey. A pleasant, sometimes daily experience for the rich; a gift worth millions to the poor. So what is so great about whiskey? Well it gets you drunk, which is what most gullible businessmen do when they fail to get a good contract in on time.
a drink that contains a lot of alcohol. people in books like to drink it a lot to solve problems of distant pasts. i think of some old guy with a brown beard and mustache drinking away in a bar somewhere. maybe a hillbilly, maybe not
It was not often . Not often at all that she witnessed the sighr. Everynight she went out dancing, it was her release. His was of a different form. A liquid. A liquid that nearly killed him
His breath was tainted with the scent of stale whiskey and forgotten promises. The promise to put down the bottle forever was one that he had soon forgotten. And so was the promise of faith in a God above who watched over his family, when his youngest son was killed in a brutal fight. He cared no more about what the punishment might be for drowning his sorrows in whiskey and cheap wine.
That’s the way he always came home. Whiskey was his escape, though I always saw it as a weakness. He never dealt with his problems, decided that drinking was an easier way out, that maybe if he got drunk his life would be a dream and one day he would wake up and everything would be okay. When I tell people about this, they often stare at me with disbelieving eyes, wondering why I was involved with such a man. I never really had an answer for this – why didn’t I leave? It would have been simple enough to just walk out the door, suitcase in hand, but I didn’t.
the whiskey (s)he drank burned all the way down
yet (s)hee continued to empty the bottle
oblivious to the day or time
only craving that fix his(er) body needed so badly
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Whiskey is disgusting. I’ve never tasted it nor do I ever plan to. I think all liquor is pointless and disgusting. I think drinking in general is a bad idea unless you can do it in moderation, and the second it gets out of hand, it needs to be stopped entirely. There are wayyyy too many alcoholics in the world, so alcohol should just be illegal.
Makes me feel happy like when listening to kings of leon who say there music is inspired by christian rock and Jack Daniel’s. Some how it seems contradictory but i like it none the less.
The whiskey burned as it went down her throat. Maybe it would burn away the numbness that she felt. How could this have happened? Why was it happening to her? Who was stalking her? Who was killing her friends? Why what had she done?
I think of my father…but not like you might think. My dad is not an abusive alcoholic, no. A few years ago he was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes and had to give up beer. Now he drinks Jameson with soda water every so often because it keeps his sugar down. He lets me have a sip if I want.
Warm liquid
Held in the glass
Iced just right
Slides smoothly down my throat
Killing the nerves
Ending the tension for the moment
Yielding to my whims.
drink drink drink, and it might just make everything alright. Hide behind the dark taste of whiskey, if you’re scared, nervous, sad, whatever, just have a bit to drink and maybe it’ll all be alright. you might just have more fun if you’re drunk anyways.
There are tears in my eyes, burning in my throat. I don’t know why I do it to myself. But then I feel that stale numbness melt through me, the warmth taking away the pain and the need. And yes it hurts, but I enjoy it.
I was sitting there in my living room. It was dark. The only thing that was going on in the room was my depression worsening as the bottle got emptier. The light of the fire made me feel warm, but the whiskey made me feel cold.
whiskey in the jar; whiskey is brown and sunny, tastes bad and makes people vomit… however, it looks great in the light and if poured into great crystal glasses.
One last shot won’t kill me. Does it even matter anymore? Whiskey lost it’s effects on me long ago. I don’t drink to get drunk. I drink out of habit, out of trying to forget all of the pain, misery that has seemed to plague my life.
whiskey gives him whiskers, like a kitten too tired to do anything but cuddle. and maybe suckle a bit on the bottle like a warm nipple.
alcohol. drunkenness. bar rooms bar room smashing. APUSH class. school. friends. family. travel. foreign exchange. oman. waiting.
alcohol drink which can provide you with a pleasure of life and gift you happy moments. i don’t like whiskey so i don’t drink it..
whiskey. Retarded people like to shout “Whiskey!!” at the top of their lungs. Whiskeys is ok, I guess- I like rum better personally.I don’t really want to write about whiskey. There should be an alcoholic beverage that…umm….I was going to say is spicy, but I think those exist already
My grandfather drank the best whiskey he could find, and nothing else. He always told me whiskey was the real man’s drink, and he refused to drink anything else. That is probably why I have always hated it so much-becuase he loved it.
I like to use the word “whiskey” instead of “smile” when taking a picture, especially when it’s adults in the pose. It’s less childish somehow. What expressions do you use to take a picture? Hmmm. I wonder.
whiskey, the burning liquid fire went down his throat, sending heat and energy into every nerve. The cold night was driven away, the pain of his wounds, the pain of his thoughts. They were all driven away.
He sat upon the barstool with his big leather boots and a cowboy hat that nearly fell over his freckled face. With dimples creasing as he smiled, little Sam put his hand on the bar and asked the pretty barmaid for some whiskey. Of course, he was far too young for real alcohol, so she grabbed out some apple juice and poured it for him.
whiskey cola, pirates, the smell of it on some guys breath. the raw taste the bitterness the burn going down your throat. whisking you away to another place and time whiskey
Too much whiskey, and you’ll be signing “Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly. And the dream that you dare to why oh why can’t I? One day I wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops high above the chimney tops, that’s where you’ll find me.” This is what happens when I listen to that song and try to write.
Whiskey is a drink in which i see a lot of where i live, it isn’t tasteful or light it’s very rough around the edges and hard. It’s delicious none the less. But i guess old men like it more then young ladies.
I already wrote about this word. It had to do with warm, wild summer nights and drinking and laughing until you cry. Apple juice and whiskey go well together, don’t you think? Lady Gaga loves whiskey, and Rihanna sings about it. There’s something masculine and sexy about whiskey, like five o’clock shadows and the smell of a great, musky cologne.
whiskey? sigh. i’m a proud Muslim, and whiskey is prohibited in islam. well, to think again, there’s at least an obvious reason why it is prohibited in my religion. it brings more harm than benefits.
Desire went down the boulevard thinking of the plot in her mind with such intensity she had not realized the subtly of how her environment was transforming into a realm so convoluted and destroyed. Soon she realized her error. Only then it was too late, in her heart she fled like a crow covered in ash, but the whiskey stain of her blood seeping through her heart kept her in destruction.
whiskey is one of those things i should probably like, but i don’t. because the smell is so over-whelming, and it reeks of how sick i feel after a night of drinking whiskey. mixing it with other things never helps, either. it adds this vomity taste to coffee, and overall, even though i know i shouldn’t hate it, i can’t help but surrender to my senses.
we love to drink whiskey. it is a man drink. he always drink it when we go to bed, his breath always smells on wiskey, but I love it I don’t mind it.
He drank the whiskey and cried. He cried and cried and cried. Because she was gone. He could hear her dress ruffling and her singing every once in a while, but he knew it was a lie. She was truly gone. Dead. Forever gone. He wouldn’t see her again.
Drinkin’ whiskey out the bottle, not thinkin’ bout tomorrow, singin’ sweet home alabama all summer long…..
He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and walked right through the door. Where he went, I don’t know. But I miss him. The alcohol made him mean and rude, but I still loved him. Part of me wishes I ran after him that night, but part of me knew that I shouldn’t have to deal with that. Maybe I deserve better.
Whiskey is heaven to some and hell for others. It’s flavor is enhance with quality ingredients, proper brewing techniques and years in an oak barrel.
On his breath, it lingers. Cutting through the air in between them. She regards him with love, the whiskey, with contempt. It ruins him. It betrays her. It terrifies her. It ruins both of them. But there is nothing to be done, but love, and try to move forward.
a alchoholic drink that gets people drunk. it can be mixed with other drinks to make mixed drinks. it is sold a liquor stores where you must be 21 years to buy it. it is used at parties, holidays, weddings, and other celebrations. whiskey is hard liquor and was usually drunk in the past days.