Please note: these are all personal blog posts dating back a million years.

Being 86’d

*read with a southern/countryboy accent*
Apparently, back in the good ol’ days, there were two proofs of whiskey; 100 and 86. So if someone was a lightweight or the barkeep didn’t like ’em, he’d give ’em the shitty stuff. And only the bartender knew the difference because they came in the same lookin’ bottle.