Scotch is a one way ticket to "Hangover from Hell" for me. I've tried it enough times to know that it's not for me. My father in law got me drunk on beer and talked me into trying it . It sounded like those tom tom drums were hell bent to beat their way out of my skull. Never again! I usually take him a bottle of Glennfiddich 18 year old every time we go over to visit and every time he tells me that it is not proper to not have a "Wee Dram" with him. So, on our first night I'll force down a shot and I don't drink again that night. Just can't do it.
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