So, I don’t want to give that dick the satisfaction of a direct reply, but aside from not knowing what exploitation is - would that we did actually rally the troops to combat the “real” exploitation he’s invoking as a straw man. The world would be a better place. But I'm sure he’d then just bitch about “wasting tax…

ah. the zero sum game.

“Three other Spirit Team members—Brittany, Brooke, and Kellie—stood by Candace. . .”

This is the only needlepoint creation I stand behind:

I feel that I’ve done a great service.

The people want to know - will he wear a weird grandpa hat to the next debate?

I’m really glad you used the term “trumpeting” here, since, as a lovely commenter whose name I’ve forgotten pointed out, “to trump” is slang for “to fart” in the UK.

OK, semirelated, IRT brown man drinks: Over the holidays one year, I was visiting the parents of a friend. I wanted to bring them something, so I brought red wine for her mother; for her dad, she said “he likes Drambuie” (manly, brown Drambuie is a scotch-flavored liqueur). Later that night, everyone’s having…

My good friend just ADORES fireball. She tried to make me drink it on my birthday last year and I did a hard pass. Then her birthday came around and she asked me to take a shot with her and... I don’t suggest it.

I don’t know if he’s difficult exactly, just...he’s an artsy weirdo, you know? He doesn’t mean to be insane. He will just sincerely ask what color the soup is at a restaurant. Not what’s in it. What color. I have pointed out that this is weird. He is a very nice person, and he doesn’t seem to bother servers somehow,…

“Honey I’m going to teach you how to order a drink. ‘Barkeep, I want a whiskey/vodka/rum and coke’”

He can’t...he can’t jsut learn the name of one drink he finds tolerable and order that?

“Man drink” hahaha. My fiancé is pretty much the opposite. He unashamedly loves “girly” drinks. We got out for Mexican and I’m like, “Yeah! Tequila sampler!” and he’s over there ordering a frozen strawberry daiquiri.

My husband is not a drinker, but someone gave him a shot of Fireball Whiskey recently at a gig. His review- “It was like a cinnamon...what do you call those things? A jawbreaker. It was like drinking candy. It was fucking ridiculous.” This from a man who literally does not know how to order a drink. He will walk up to…

“And that’s when I killed him, your Honour...”

Normally spirits have a complex variety of flavors, many of which are subtle and compliment each other nicely. Fireball just beats you over the head with the flavor of “spicy” to the point where you can’t even taste anything else for hours.

And this is why it should never be offered to a “nearby person”.

I kind of can’t help liking this chick. The field in which she grows her fucks is clearly barren.

I was at a party last night, friend and I were sipping Jameson Gold Reserve (around $100 / bottle) and offered it to a nearby person. He took a swig and then said that he preferred Fireball over what he just tried.