Whale vomit? I didn;t know you were THAT eclectic!!

"Maxprop" wrote in message
k.net...

"Overproof" wrote in message

"Maxprop" wrote in message

Nope. Now, Cappy, re-read my post and tell me where, if anywhere, I
implied
that it is "too strong" or "too manly" for my "delicate palate." To
the
contrary, I'm perfectly confident I can spot you shot for shot with
anything, 151proof or not.

That... I doubt you could acomplish Max..... very few people can go
shot
for shot with me and win a gavity race. The very fact you stated that the
alcohol content masks the taste of the rum is a certain indicator of your
inability to handle the higher octane ratings with grace.

Balderdash, you Belgian Cannuck. It must be all that dry, cold air up
there
giving you the misimpression that you have a tolerance for ethanol.

But I prefer rum to taste like rum, not like
mineral spirits or paint thinner. It's a flavor issue, not one of
strength.

Balderdash....

Hey, that's my word, you plagiarist . . .

Lambs is very smooth, rich, mellow and I prefer it's taste
to the likes of Barcardi.

I prefer the taste of gasoline, kerosene, and whale vomit to Bacardi. No
sane rum drinker would be otherwise.

I don't drink the Bracardi 151 due to the fact it
tastes terrible. It's not an issue of strenght... it's an issue of
flavour... and obviously your 'delicate palatte' cannot tolerate the
strenght.of this much prized rum.

I've not tried Lamb's, but I have drunk Lemonhart, which is purported to
be
a better English rum of higher alcohol content. A rite of passage in my
fraternity was for one's brothers to buy straight shots of 151 proof
Lemonhart rum upon one's 21st birthday, either until the birthday idiot
passed out or cried "uncle." I drank 25 shots before ending up face down
on
the floor, after which they took me to the local horsepistol and had my
stomach pumped, which was entirely unnecessary as it seemed to be purging
itself quite nicely in the car. I still haven't forgiven the *******s for
using MY car.

In college I used to drink 190 proof grain alcohol (Everclear) straight
from
the bottle. But somewhere along the line I learned to imbibe for the
pleasure of the spirit, not for the purpose of killing brain cells and
puking on my friends' shoes.

Now you see.... that just doesn't happen to me. I get drunk but I'm
still
far from adolesent activities you recounted upon your inebreation
history.
It could be you have never learned to pace yourself, or that you have no
respect for the capabilities of the liquid you are consuming..... or
maybe
you might be sufferring a 'wet brain' syndrome.

None of the above. Today, a mature man of . . . well, never mind . . .
I'm
fully capable of imbibing mass quantities of ethanol-bearing fluids with
relative impunity. Provided I drink straight liquor and eschew mixers,
especially those of a sugary nature, I can absorb a surprising quantity of
said fluids and still maintain a modicum of alertness and coherency.
Interspersed with a small amount of food, I can drink all night and still
sing the Notre Dame fight song verbatim 'til the cows come home. And some
of those cows are damn big.

If alcohol content translates into great flavor, full-body, and
manliness,
as you chest-thumpingly claim, why then do the vast majority of superb
single-malt scotches range around 80 proof?

To make it paletable to women as well as men?

Tsk, tsk. Methinks we have a genderophobe in our midsts. I know women
who
can drink you under the proverbial table, you lambic-loving supra-Yooper.


Why are the very finest sipping
bourbons and ryes the same?

See above...

Why don't they make 150 proof cognacs and
armegnacs?

Those damned Frenchies.....

. . . who, normally void of reasonability and rationality, had the
decidedly uncharacteristic good sense to distill their national spirits at
the proper alcoholic content.

Only the Brits, for some arcane reason, choose to distill such
high alcohol content rums, but at a price: flavor.

No Max... the price is the seperation of Pansies and Men. I understand
this
offends your sensibilities... seeing you are squarely placed in the Fancy
Boy Corral.

Call it what you will, but we routinely eat Canadians for lunch in that
there fenced-in mudhole.

They simply don't taste
anywhere near as good as lower proof rums.

I heard this from ...Women!

Boy is Katy gonna open up a can of Whoop-Ass on you, boy.

For getting blasted, they are
almost without peer, if that's what floats your boat. You seem to
believe
that imbibing mass quantities of ethanol equates with chest hair and
balls.
Whatever.

I don't drink to get blasted..... I drink because I enjoy the taste of
the
beverage. I also believe you get better bang for the buck in buying a
higher
proof alcohol.... let's face it Max.... just drink less or mix it
lighter.

AHA!!! The truth emerges. The Cappy is a weenie who "drinks less" or
even--omigod, perish the thought--MIXES (forgive me, O' sainted
distill-masters of the Caribbean) rum with God knows what. The thought
brings bile to my tongue and a tightness to my chest.

So, doesn't that chest beating you did seem a bit silly now?

Absolutely not...... oh look... you just dropped your hanky. Now why
don't
you run along and discuss your situation with the other Dandies.....
they
might share your delicate tastes.

That wasn't my hanky, you Athabascan oil slick. That was the gauntlet,
and
I've thrown it down in challenge to you for a shot-for-shot contest of
wills
and stomachs. First to puke or pass out loses, and must certainly be
labeled a "girlie-man" for the remainder of his days. How do you look in
a
dress, CM?

Max