Tomorrow I get to open my bottle of Johnnie Walker Explorer's Club Collection scotch.
You know, most nights I don't mind the idea of dying in my sleep. In fact, I mostly welcome it, since one should be so lucky. But tonight is different. Before the great conveyor belt consigns me to a diet of milk and manna, it would be nice to sample something the Pearly Gates Customs Officers don't let through. What's the point of being here otherwise?
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