I'm gonna burn in hell for this. Having a 66 year old Canadian rye, sadly mixed with diet Coke. Ya, I know but the bride walked in the kitchen while pouring it neat. Panicking I grabbed the open soda on the counter and drowned the sweet nectar. Not only doesn't she want any you know what but gets pissed when I drink hooch.
I swear the grass was wet when uncle JD pushed over.