Rum, n. Generically, fiery liquors that produce madness in total abstainers.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
A tavern is a place where madness is sold by the bottle.
I remain faithful to bourbon sour. It's absolutely delicious. You'd have to ask a bartender what's in it, but I think if you know you might never have a drink. I also love a little rum, 7 years aged, brown, when it is chilly, before dinner.
It is the unbroken testimony of all history that alcoholic liquors have been used by the strongest, wisest, handsomest, and in every way best races of all times.
Ruminants are a perfectly normal thing to possess when you live in upstate New York. It's just moving scenery. It's kind of like the equivalent of Great Danes. It's the way you keep your grass mowed. It's the way you keep your weed-whacking to a minimum.
Whiskey's to tough, Champagne costs too much, Vodka puts my mouth in gear. I hope this refrain, Will help me explain, As a matter of fact, I like beer.
Tequila. Straight. There's a real polite drink. You keep drinking until you finally take one more and it just won't go down. Then you know you've reached your limit.
I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor.
Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness.