My pards at work still don't believe the "age count" of the kicked bottles we had lined up that first year. They're just "simple folk" like me used to drinking Makers Mark. Y'all spoiled that for me....
�Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn't even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.�
