The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

For Heavens Sake

For heavens sake, don’t piss on your own parade or nearby floor. That just allows location of your valuables to be known. Invites others through your door. Ones who don’t have the best intentions and no qualms about doing you harm. Looking for leverage and ways to make you give up the farm. In a moment of weakness, you have to let go of your senses, and make a mess, ask for help when you wake up to clean up the rest. So no lingering stickiness, or smell remains, on the floor close to you, use the strongest means, to flush all the poor judgment down the drain.So as not to cause yourself, or those dear to you anymore pain.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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