As we are but kind men, we are Gentleman. And as we are nomads, we are also thrill seekers; seeking great times in the most mundane situations. A day with no work for either Max or myself must consist of some form of extreme adventures, and as we began to board the Caltrain home from San Francsico, we sought out a thrill of the free... taking Whisky onto Caltrain and getting to business.
<----- yes Indeed we are But Gentlemen of the Jack. After initially choosing Jack Daniels, Max insisted we raise our standards and i obliged. After boarding the train of the Cal, we cracked Sir Gentleman of Jack. Is the Whisky taste altered by a cup with a twisty straw wrapping up around the cup like a tornado? Yes. With that said, Gentlemans Jack sucked major phat ass. I mean shit man, this shit is designed for a gentleman.....supposedly. I could believe the shit as Jack Daniels in a different bottle, that for some weird reason costs more. Well Max and I drank about half of this beast, got off Caltrain and operated our
bicycles all the way to Max's pad to play some half drunked stonered scrabble. After scrabble we naturally battled some street fighter, polished off the ugly, disgusting, un-respectable, lying, cheating, pathetic, worthless (almost), and atrocious excuse for our first Bourbon of Whisky Business. If you shall consume and are debating on upgrading to Sir Gentleman Jack, save yourself some much needed scrill, and dont. Gentleman Jack is Gentleman crap. Over and out.Token Blog Link
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