It’s Thursday. Somewhere in Canada, a reader stumbled across a bottle of Beaver’s Dram corn whiskey and immediately realized he had found the holy grail of questionable life decisions. I wonder if it went something like this:
Once he cracked the bottle, things got serious. One sip and he declared it smooth, potent, and capable of putting more hair on his chest than a Canadian winter. By the second glass, he was bragging that he’d discovered the perfect way to get a little beaver on the rocks. By the third, he was no longer drinking whiskey—he was conducting very important research into the effects of Beaver’s Dram on a man’s ability to keep his pants on. By the fourth, the scientific study was officially over, the pants were officially off, and he had apparently decided that the best way to enjoy Beaver’s Dram was to get his beaver thoroughly and irresponsibly involved!
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Hi Keep,
As I strolled through my favourite beverage store, lo and behold, I spotted a Beaver quietly awaiting some loving attention. Most tasty.
Could It Be… Another Beaver Sighting?
Once he cracked the bottle, things got serious. One sip and he declared it smooth, potent, and capable of putting more hair on his chest than a Canadian winter. By the second glass, he was bragging that he’d discovered the perfect way to get a little beaver on the rocks. By the third, he was no longer drinking whiskey—he was conducting very important research into the effects of Beaver’s Dram on a man’s ability to keep his pants on. By the fourth, the scientific study was officially over, the pants were officially off, and he had apparently decided that the best way to enjoy Beaver’s Dram was to get his beaver thoroughly and irresponsibly involved!
-keep
Hi Keep,
As I strolled through my favourite beverage store, lo and behold, I spotted a Beaver quietly awaiting some loving attention. Most tasty.
Peter