I had a couple shots of Țuică with my girlfriend’s 95 year grandfather. It’s clear plum brandy that they smuggled out of the old country in water bottles. It was the most godawful tasting thing I’ve ever drank. Grandpa’s eyes got all misty because he said he could taste the soil of Romania when he drank it. He was…

I don’t even understand the concept of a liquor cabinet. I buy a bottle of booze, I drink the bottle of booze, I return to the store for another bottle of booze. How the hell do you people have surplus booze in your house all the time?